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(Hammill)

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

Still you she's forever,
and tomorrow...
but knows where she is.
Still you that you can win her
and your is that she'll want you;
aware - once a saint, now a sinner
and your are going to haunt you
when the lady with her skin so
like something out of Allan Poe
holds your hand so tight
and you that she'll never let go.

targets, easy crosswords, easy life:
these key margins you balanced on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all comes to sleazy bargains.
That hidden key - you tried so 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 with her so white -
you never did catch her name -
now she you in the night
and she'll let go again,
she'll let go again.