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(Hammill)

Slow in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the of her perfume
you think she's eternal,
that you she is everything...
but no-one what she is.
Repentance for all you have said;
her seems to raise you from the dead
and you think she's with you,
and you think she'll always stay,
always to forgive you,
always ready to you her mercy
but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a
struck dumb, try to protest
as the drum out the danger...
too late, you have noticed
that the with the skin so white,
like out of Blake or Burne-Jones
always out the light
and all you owned.

Still you think forever,
and tomorrow...
but no-one knows she is.
you swear that you can win her
and prayer is that she'll want you;
- once a saint, now you're a sinner
and sins are going to haunt you
the lady with her skin so white
like something out of Edgar Poe
holds your hand so very
and you hope she'll never let go.

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