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If when you leave

If when you leave, you do not think of me

or do not call my name, then I will be a lost

and fallen star, diffused and drowned in

unforgiving seas. I will be restless on the waves

of my days, blind to all horizons

with dark stormy eyes

then only grey blinding fog

will settle in, descending

with smoke to kill, to choke

my dying heart.

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