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I look past the pain,

mist of misunderstanding,

seeking the path to go home.

a voice I keep hearing,

a nightingale’s song,

in a branch high above me,

as I lie on the ground.

fare thee well my beloved,

my angel, my dream,

 for you are the beauty

who I’ve never seen,

 the words left unspoken,

the kisses unkissed,

so much of forever

we’ve missed.