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(Hammill)

Slow motion in the quiet of the
so is the smell of her perfume
that you think eternal,
you think she is everything...
but no-one what she is.
Repentance for all you should said;
her entrance seems to raise you the dead
and you think she's really you,
and you think that always stay,
ready to forgive you,
always ready to you her mercy
but in her own way.
she comes, she'll be a stranger;
struck dumb, you'll try to
as the drum out the danger...
too late, you should have
that the lady with the so white,
like out of Blake or Burne-Jones
blocked out the light
and all you owned.

you think she's forever,
and tomorrow...
but no-one knows she is.
Still you that you can win her
and your is that she'll want you;
aware - a saint, now you're a sinner
and your sins are to haunt you
when the lady her skin so white
something out of Edgar Allan Poe
holds your hand so very
and you hope she'll never let go.

Easy targets, easy crosswords, life:
these key leave you balanced on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all comes down to bargains.
That hidden key - you tried so to find it,
all you can is the effort to be worthy;
even now you need to be
La Belle Dame is without mercy.
The with her skin so white -
you did quite catch her name -
now she holds you in the
and she'll let go again,
never let go again.