The dusk breaks to dawn as the stars dim to lume
Walking the desert floor as it fails to ail such aid
As my feet drag the dust of a lover's masquerade
A beautiful burden to bear on my back of softened sap
As I look to the heavens to seek the answer, on the door of the wise I tap
He has used my arms for a rare moment of rest
His words have nestled deep in the heart of my chest
All that I have gained is the void of his love
So I send my travesty away on the wings of a dove
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