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.
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