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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 no-one what she is.
Repentance for all you should have
her entrance seems to you from the dead
and you think really with you,
and you that she'll always stay,
always ready to you,
always ready to you her mercy
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 have noticed
the lady with the skin 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.
you swear that you can win her
and prayer 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 so white
like something out of Allan Poe
holds hand so very tight
and you hope that never let go.

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