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The words I wish to say, They stand within my throat, No further will they go, Not past my lips will they see, There are things I wish to tell you, But i cannot let them go, To tell you how I want to protect you, Even as the storm grows, How I want to guard you, Against the rising wind, How I will stand infront of the bull, If only to let you live, I would rather fall into an endless pit of darkness, Then to see your sadness grow, But I cannot say these words to you, For I have no courage there, My desire is to have you near, To hold you close to me, But the three words I long to utter, Just hang in my throat, As you walk away, A tear falls from my eye, I could not tell you, Now your gone.
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