Retreating
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Barry Middleton
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every time love smiled at me
my heart would soon be broken
for every whispered promise made
a pale deceit was spoken
so I retreat into myself
beyond that vagrant notion
to cherish lonely peaceful night
barring a lover's token
the breast of dusk is falling fast
on a wide and silent ocean
as I embrace a dreamer's death
and a necromancer's potion
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