Ballad. the somewhat-man

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Oh why do you torture me so

with your words

So I write prose

to read meaning in between lines

and sing songs, to hear love in the notes

I glimpse your true colors when you sleep

since you come out in the dark of the night

But you still wake like us all

So all I can see is your light

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