Every Where we go
Every Thing we know
Just another kind of joke,
Just another name for love.
Where are you thinking of?
The words comes out choked
Of meaning we can know
In the radiated afterglow.
We fall so very high
We fail to touch the sky,
Dreaming only that we know
Nightmares we have made.
For every price that is paid
We sink further into No
With nothing left to Deny
Only a whispered name to sigh.
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