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Deception has been swaying all through the night
Hanging on to sorrow, clutching too tight
Duplicative reluctance, always in sight
Disappointment so grand, now brought into light
In your arms: a district unlike heaven or hell
A mixture of sandalwood & cherry, implausible smell
Shavings of virtue fall to the ground
Escaped from this lonely & miserable sound
Singing of sadness, suffer no more
Arms that release a soul floats to the shore
Much Love Much Life