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once one has tasted
the lover's sweet caress
and felt the heaven
in the slumbering arms of your love
there can be no going back

any return to the lonesome nights
spent wishing, spent mourning
is a rebirth to sorrow
and the haunting of every morn that breaks
by the wandering ghosts of her touch

-K'Har-El

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this bed seems too narrow
for two to ever share
but the heart knows far better
with your mem'ry lingering there

memory is but a simple thing
that hangs us in our tree
over the rolling meadow
where i played my love with thee

-K'Har-El