Stop them,
thundering the gates,
locking the chains,
stop them,
oh no, don't breathe
suddenly, everything
and all that I see,
will disappear as I close
as i pause,
as they pull me,
as they come near me...
i lose air,
i lose you...
to whom am I now to love
if they just turn me into a dove
blindfolded,
without you
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