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(Hammill)

Slow in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the smell of her
you think she's eternal,
that you she is everything...
but knows what she is.
Repentance for all you should have
her seems to raise you from the dead
and you think she's really you,
and you think that she'll stay,
ready to forgive you,
always ready to grant you her
but in her own way.
she comes, she'll be a stranger;
struck dumb, try to protest
as the drum out the danger...
too late, you should noticed
that the lady with the so white,
like something out of Blake or
always out the light
and all you owned.

Still you think forever,
and tomorrow...
but no-one where she is.
Still you swear you can win her
and your prayer is that she'll you;
aware - once a saint, now you're a
and your are going to haunt you
the lady with her skin so white
like out of Edgar Allan Poe
holds your so very tight
and you hope she'll never let go.

Easy targets, easy crosswords, life:
key margins leave you balanced on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all comes down to bargains.
That hidden key - you so hard to find it,
all you can conceive is the to be worthy;
even now you need to be
that La Belle Dame is mercy.
The lady her skin so white -
you never did quite catch her -
now she you in the night
and never let go again,
never let go again.