Your smile is a balm to me
my remedy
your pain is my demise.
To hear your voice
I rejoice
but there's loathing in your eyes.
The love I feel
cannot be real
then, neither can my pain.
If a phantom sky
could never cry
how could I feel the rain?
Your smile, my dawn,
is come and gone
I wander in the night.
I grope and feel
for something real
but cannot find the light.
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