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(Hammill)

Slow in the quiet of the room;
so is the smell of her perfume
that you think eternal,
you think she is everything...
but knows what she is.
Repentance for all you have said;
her seems to raise you from the dead
and you think she's with you,
and you think that always stay,
always to forgive you,
always ready to you her mercy
but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a
struck dumb, you'll try to
as the beats out the danger...
too late, you should noticed
that the with the skin so white,
something out of Blake or Burne-Jones
always blocked out the
and all you owned.

Still you think forever,
and tomorrow...
but no-one knows she is.
you swear that you can win her
and your is that she'll want you;
- once a saint, now you're a sinner
and sins are going to haunt you
when the lady with her skin so
like out of Edgar Allan Poe
holds your so very tight
and you hope she'll never let go.

Easy targets, easy crosswords, life:
these key margins leave you on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all comes to sleazy bargains.
That hidden key - you so hard to find it,
all you can conceive is the to be worthy;
even now you need to be
that La Belle Dame is mercy.
The lady her skin so white -
you never did quite catch her -
now she holds you in the
and never let go again,
she'll let go again.