We the living, You and I,
the broken, the unwanted,
Dying to live only for a minute, day to day
from our mundane existences into the magical, the magnificent, the magnanimous.
If only I can feel how I do with you, all my days will be bliss, and I will be complete within.
The emptiness I feel, when I leave your side; I cry myself to sleep, only to dream of you.
Is there no end to my humiliation, is there no escape from this pain?
Nary a gift, nor a tribute is worthy from me in your homage.
But I shall try till my last breath.
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