There was never a tantalizing treason
Or a pleasing pleasant reason
To keep cowered and crowded
Our hearts from the ones we knew we loved
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And in the remaining blank canvases from those we held out
Of all those we loved and missed
From the bright lights of the nights in doubt
And the sweet sweat of the basking sun kissed
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There we found that love was more in absence
That left while being by it close as if were its permanence
And its hills and endless sharp shards
Marring in its million pieces
Laid left from the days and nights sparred and spared
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And stayed kept from realizing that nothing was ever wrong
Except the fears that had chained and its clinking song
Heard a thousand times in our minds
And its biddings like blinds on the eye’s rinds
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