| There was an echo, an old sore,
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| A bewildering reflection.
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| No winds, but cricket chirps
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| alongside to the trail.
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| Traces before me.
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| Something flitting across.
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| Maybe a shadow, a famine imagery.
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| A pasture on the left repeals my worry
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| That no soul had been here before me As at this glimpse of joy appeared
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| A long lost fiend who spoke to me:
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| Welcome, brother.
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| Welcome, traitor.
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| Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate.
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| Repent and atone in vengeful embrace.
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| In vengeful embrace.
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| I was seized with mere fear
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| As at his words I did recall
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| A face, a name, my frailty.
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| A tragedy in december snow.
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| And all turned into rampant
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| Tendrils entwined about my neck.
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| A mist gathered where suns would be And again he did speak to me Welcome, brother.
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| Welcome, traitor.
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| Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate.
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| Repent and atone in vengeful embrace.
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| In vengeful embrace.
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| She burdened me with her kiss
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| Bedecked garment in the clear
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| Yearned for her in fetters sweet
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| That were never meant to release.
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| December’s virgin snow
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| A tender touch at ease
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| let luster grow in her eyes
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| At our chalet in conceal.
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| And she burdened me with her kiss
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| Bedecked garment in the clear
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| Yearned for her in fetters sweet
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| Never meant to release.
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| When luster passed from her eyes.
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| Again there was this echo,
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| an old sore torn wide open,
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| This bewildering reflection.
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| I did repel, but never repented.
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| Oh brother, traitor.
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| Ever longed-for Intimate
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| Woe betide you
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| For you stole what was mine. |