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frighten me the mirror was - a friend before the light when by the moon in shadows turned about I thought of you forgotten in the rush to run away - do you miss me now the scent of yesterday the roughness where the scar was worn - the curve beneath the bone tears that filled my eyes whene'er you smiled stay with me a moment more - and beg me then to touch the worst of you - the best I came to love
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