too long a day
too short, it dies
it was only the last night i cried
but now my eyes are dry
if i could put it down in words
if i could write a song that cuts
down to the marrow of feeling
then you might understand
this wordless thing, which ebbs and flows
the moment i start to know
it bids a swift goodbye
and i
am left to stand alone
you'll never know
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