Words without regret
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And meanings lost in dialect
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And loveless prose cried out instead
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And saying what we wish we could have said
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And how we both were moved
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To this vicious place we never knew
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I would give it all away for one last chance to speak to you, lover
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Still a silence grows
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Like a child of passionless pedigree on their own
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A wound still rests in me
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From echoing voices too painful to sustain
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And how we both were moved
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To this vicious place we never knew
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Can I give it all away for one last chance to speak to you, lover?
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This Vicious Place
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| The Dear Hunter |
