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The Thief
The dawn silently appears,
And in my stirring sleep you leave again,
A dream lost to the light of day.
Awakened tears form in my eyes,
But I am not crying,
I am only washing pain away.
Loss is a fact of life, I know,
But I am never ready when it happens,
I am always taken by surprise.
I see the smile on other faces,
As envy fills my empty heart,
Then changes to the sadness in my eyes.
I ask not your pity, or sorrowful glance,
Nor would I accept a tear from you.
And kind words always come out wrong.
What I ask you cannot give to me,
But even if you really could,
Would you want to hold back the dawn?
