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There's quiet before the storm,
our rag dolls have been left forlorn,
drenched in fears,
after all these years.
It's not that we don't have a home;
We just prefer to go alone,
than deal with the memory
of Emery.
And it's not that you don't want to stay,
and it's not that you don't want to remain;
After all this time, you don't know how,
you don't know where;
But don't forget,
that I'll be here.
The ravens croak a siren's song;
You wade into the dead sea, thinking you are strong,
drenched in tears,
after all these years.
The lighthouse is my long lost home,
and now you left me all alone;
Did you think it through?
Is Emery with you?
And it's not that you don't want to stay,
it's not that you don't want to remain;
Yet after all this time, you did know how,
you did know where;
And you did forget,
that I'm still here.
There's quiet before the storm;
I am left here forlorn,
filled with thoughts;
Did you get what you sought?
And now we both have a home;
though you're with Emery, and I'm alone;
Did you think it through?
You're such a fool.
It's not that I don't want to stay,
but I have to walk my own way;
In the end I will return
and you will know how,
and you will know where;
If you ever return
I'll be here.
oOo
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