It will not last the night
I watch you go; I know that you will leave me
Medicine, I need you, I take you in
I beg you to please
Cure my illness
Waking dreams and nightmares
And I hope, I pray, that this does not
Make you pity me
For I am weak, weak, without you,
And I need to be cured
Do not stay though, because you feel you must
These stars, at night, are blinding
And so I do not see you leave
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