Between the pages of the tea leaves A few can see the darker side of me Between the sheets of my piecemeal Penning love letters to you With a metamorphosis of shade So say my feather of ink My Lady Macbeth, of the night Now approaching dusk, as memory fades As the twilight gleams a nocturnal song And a holocaust of my words turn to ashes As a shadow of you kiss me through glass In the
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