Unending

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You will dream of me

Until your end.

And then on misty moor;

Through shadows gloom

Will you continue to roam.

Evermore

Forsaking your eternal home.

Your longing unending.

Arms always empty

In your shapeless form.

Not long enough

Did you hold me while your heart

Was still warm.

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