in a moment he steps away
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and the grin on her lips
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fades away
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and the silence
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to her is golden
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as the plan that she makes
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out of fear
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a sixpence of holdings
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leaves her wallowing
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and her thoughts plead
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today is the day
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but the strain on her needs
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is what's strangling
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not needed, not wanted,
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not dear
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it's not enough,
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no not enough at all
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not at all
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it's long enough
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she says, to fall
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long to fall
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travel down her frown
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to find the thoughts of
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love pondering
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justifyingly covering
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the weak
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her Galahad has
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just been wandering
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perhaps the steel
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softens his fall
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but we all see
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his fists rendering
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against his will
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and back again
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no longer just a
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bad day simmering
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it's not enough
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no not enough at all
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not at all
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it's long enough
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she says, to fall
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long to fall
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so she lands and he smiles
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it's over for awhile
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and the grasp of his love
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leaves her gasping for air
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for air
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Seven
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Accidental Superhero |