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(Hammill)

Slow in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the of her perfume
that you she's eternal,
that you she is everything...
but no-one what she is.
Repentance for all you should said;
her entrance seems to you from the dead
and you she's really with you,
and you think that always stay,
always 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 have noticed
that the lady the skin so white,
like something out of Blake or
blocked out the light
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 prayer is she'll want you;
aware - a saint, now you're a sinner
and your are going to haunt you
when the with her skin so white
something out of Edgar Allan Poe
holds your so very tight
and you that she'll never let go.

Easy targets, crosswords, easy life:
these key margins leave you on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all down to sleazy bargains.
That hidden key - you so hard to find it,
all you can conceive is the effort to be
now you need to be reminded
that La Dame is without mercy.
The lady with her skin so -
you never did catch her name -
now she you in the night
and she'll let go again,
she'll let go again.