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Why do thy cry, my dear silent valentine?



Your tears abate the soul, wash away the pain


So does time, time for one last masquerade.



You begin to dance, let loose by the flowing fears.


slowly now, don't rush these creeping tears.



Your somber smile, your pale face.



Painted porcelain doll weeping in my arms



dusty in the lack of attention, I beg for you to let me near



Let me hold you close, please my dear no longer fear



You dance much slower now, music as dark as the night



In your silence you shout so loud, Your heart is torn, bleeding bleeding love.



I hug you close, the music slows. I move the hair from your face and smile



Your beautiful in your contentedness



You shine even in the awaiting darkness



I take you home and wash you up



your smiling face, your bright painted face.



Good as new, perhaps you'll stay



Until the darkness sweeps you back



to dance alone in the bleakness of the world



Why do thy cry, my dear silent Valentine?



Does thy still have time to dance with me?



Dance in one last melancholy masquerade.