When the isolation lifts its mantle

Which surrounds my love life,

Will I see thee lurking about?

Wont you expect too

Who yearned for you?

Whilst I carry this heavy darkness

Woe is me! for I want your arms around me

Wretched is indeed the wait

Wonderful though when my eyes fall upon thee!

Who but us then can stop us?

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