Here we break or make up for take,
there you go again for the stake.
Muffled up I stand, with friends and folks,
Telling me to break-away for my own sake.
Lingering on with dew that wakes,
trembling my lips do shake.
Taking you away with sighs, I break,
the gates of hate I built thou late.
I pull down the drapes for a crying bait,
what comes to mind is the lovely bays.
Dreaming together were days of shiny hay,
we rolled and strolled our ways those days.
Here I scale my thought of fake,
gone are you with your fate.
I do.
Yes, I make my days grate away with you, unbinding mate.
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