Gently in these ragged folds
Curled up and warm like Easter's child
A breath so faint, angelic weightI can't deny that I drift sometimes
Even in these loving moments
To summery fields I call my own
Where I can lie and in them feel
At one with my death with limbs outstretchedI can't deny that I'm weak sometimes
Even in my strongest moments
And the way you cry at me
I don't know why you stay
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