The height and the breadth
Of what my heart has confessed
And my passion for flight
Keeps the ground out of sight
Then while frantic in my need...
Suffered wounds that would not bleed...
And my eyes fell bitterly
Toward a truth I would not see...
And I'm weary of fighting
Such compulsive confiding
Draw the curtains and turn the key
Let the darkness remember me...
Let this darkness remember me.
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