This mortal coil - Another day
...run my wings under her sighs,
as the flames of eternity rise.
To lick us with the first born lash of dawn,
Oh really, my dear, I can't see what we fear,
standing here with ourselves in between us.
And at the door, we can't say more, than just another day,
and without a sound, I turn around, and walk away...
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