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He never said, "Let's meet," but he'd just appear,
And pull me from the icy dark of my despair.
A gentle embrace, not a single word why,
He'd mix all my pain with the smoke in the sky.
Year after year — it grew — when life was wrong,
Year after year — it grew — when life was wrong,
What keeps me warm is just the smoke of your cigarette.
I don't regret it
He'd rub his temples, his high brow would crease,
He'd listen and soothe, and give me peace.
But my pain was a wall — too high, too wide.
So he'd buy some wine, and stay inside.
He'd sing me to sleep like, a child tell me tales,
The house would fill with, my breath's steady sails.
I always forgave you that habit — that's all.
You faded into mist - I never noticed the fall.
You never blamed me for what I couldn’t see.
You didn’t love me — no.You just had pity forme.
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