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Cariño

I still remember your face in the falling light.

Forbidden nights to extinguish our pain.

Or maybe my pain, you made your plight

That night we danced in the falling rain

Or in your room to hushed songs, feeling right

when it's wrong and happy when it's shame.

I won't hear you say my name like you had

When you whispered in my ear of love to loss,

And the one we’d lose in playing this game

And I cried real, broken tears of tainted joy,

In anguish to losing you to reality again.

Cursed to suffer without you in my life

And the joy of having seen your eyes in the failing light.

I still remember.


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