I would run from you, my love
If you would but show me the way
That leads away from you.
No matter how far I travel
Through the dark, forsaken forest
Or the dimly lit cities whose shadows
Penetrate my heart,
The path always leads me back to you.
And death, that most resounding of muses,
Will have to wait
Until my love for you
Dies.
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