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Let me write tonight of the night.
Stories of stars and silence
Stories of the dark & decking
Stories of your hair, your eyes
Your smile

Youve killed me again.
Hung me on this cross
That I built for myself
Out of hope and -
And you nailed me to it,
With that smile

That smile that slays me.
It makes the moon jealous
She pulls over the clouds
To hide her vanity

The smile that unchains me,
Sends me running into the blaze
Unthinking in this moment
Just to sit there and gaze
Through the burning flame
In which your smile sways