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A Dirge

Why are your hands so cold?
Your hands that made my cold hands warm, who will warm your hands now.
Where has the life drained to from your soft beautiful cheeks?
What is this haziness I see cast over your eyes? Where has the sharpness that pierced my heart from your eyes wandered to?
Breathe again, so I can breathe, lift my darkness with the light from your warmth, make me feel alive again with the fire from your eyes.
For you have loved me in the light of day and now I must love you in the darkness of eternity.

Location: Observatory, Observatory

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