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They said
They promised you would come
Before the hour ends.
O’clock has struck. The house is dumb.
I haven’t touched your hands.
They said you would be there
Before the pink twilight.
The darkness seeped embracing air;
You haven’t held me tight.
They hoped you would appear
Before the autumn chill.
The gold has died and show is here
But you are distant still.
They all comforted me
While I would cry and hum.
I guess they didn’t want to see
That you would never come.
