Grows vaster with the days.
Black scratches fading in these new
New shining mornings.
A year and yet he's with me still.
A year and yet I've learned his will.
Who knew that moments such as these
Could cover pains of forced betrayal.
You never meant to wound me.
You never knew your way...
I'm back to thoughts of these brand new beginnings.
Better than the last.
Calmer than the dew.
A normal beginning...
This is something completely new.
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