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(Hammill)

Slow in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the of her perfume
that you think eternal,
that you she is everything...
but no-one what she is.
Repentance for all you should said;
her entrance to raise you from the dead
and you think really with you,
and you think she'll always stay,
always to forgive you,
always to grant you her mercy
but in her own way.
she comes, she'll be a stranger;
struck dumb, you'll try to
as the drum out the danger...
too late, you should noticed
that the with the skin so white,
like out of Blake or Burne-Jones
blocked out the light
and all you owned.

you think she's forever,
and tomorrow...
but knows where she is.
Still you that you can win her
and your prayer is that she'll you;
aware - a saint, now you're a sinner
and your sins are going to you
when the with her skin so white
like something out of Allan Poe
holds your hand so very
and you hope that never let go.

Easy targets, easy crosswords, easy
these key margins leave you on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all comes to sleazy bargains.
That hidden key - you tried so to find it,
all you can conceive is the effort to be
even now you to be reminded
that La Belle Dame is mercy.
The with her skin so white -
you never did catch her name -
now she you in the night
and never let go again,
she'll let go again.