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You sit behind the instrument,
The notes of sound beating in,
As if to call me in with you,
Music to take me all away.

To which I say in the night;

Addiction you are giving now,
The silence threatens secure thought,
It is easy to fall with each,
And I could say--cannot say that.

Should fantasy take my own mind,
You should know the solution here;
That is, it should not this way--
But it is your grace and your mind--

To which I say in this night;

Captivation is what holds me:
Icy blue and slender figure,
All so desirable, but--
It is your ways of thought that holds.

Time spent without true desires,
Feelings that are ample to act,
What are we, but blank images?
We want a shared photograph--

To which I say all night--

Repeating in my head the word of--
The one thing I feel that is true--
And I should not speak any of--
And I could say that--I love you.