| In a Lonely Place |
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| Caressing the marble and stone, |
| Love that was special for one, |
| The waste in the fever I heat, |
| How I wish you were here with me now. |
| Body that curls in and dies, |
| And shares that awful daylight, |
| Warm like a dog round your feet, |
| How I wish you were here with me now. |
| Hangman looks round as he waits, |
| Cord stretches tight then it breaks, |
| Someday we will die in your dreams, |
| How I wish we were here with you now. |
