Every night, I stay cold Staring up into old light A chasm stuck beneath the dark I am the statue The one that faces west Toward your warm estate See your candles wax and wane A window pane to where I want The embers dim and you within Seem not to note me out One starburst later, beyond, I hope An open door, and close, you come To let me leave my waiting pose To enter in your waiting arms

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