I Hate the bitter embrace, a memory of holding you, after we both do part. As long as is needed, I shall wait, For your warmth to kill The bitter embrace I hate. My heart is withered and cold, When i am alone once again. But the bitter embrace reminded me, in my memory, your voice a story has told. (For Her.)
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