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Just the other night
I saw you
and it took the telling of a hundred lies
to get me there
There was barely even any time
to make up for all the time
I could have paid any price
just to be with you
but I didn’t know whom to offer what
or what to do
I’m sorry this was all I could do.

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So we didn’t take our time
and for all the time
we couldn’t make,
for the never-been-enough
we never refused to take
(once there)
we took the shining silver knife
and thrust it upon the heart of the night
and spent the last ticking minutes
watching it bleed

The moon looked on
so solemnly
as if participating
in a sacred ceremony

We kissed goodbye at dawn
not caring if the night returns still wounded
and doesn’t forget our crime too soon.