When the hour is crying and the heart is spent
and the sun has flamed into the sea.
Life seems depleted of all that's worthwhile,
even to the driftwood of dreams.
When love is a cold bitter world away,
that the heart can not wing over;
I long to see you, if for a moment,
But then could I let you go?
~Mystery Alires
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