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        CASK
Between the silence whispered in your head
and what you cannot see in front of you;
each morning of each day ,you know, but dread,
as if a curse is all your life will do;

you love to love, but hide away from it,
and sheltered in alone, you wonder why,
somebody might see you, and stay a bit,
but all they do is look and pass you by.

Deep in your heart is love that's seldom known,
it cries out for someone to make it shine,
and I would give my life for what you've shown,
but sealed up tighter than a cask of wine;

and though I know our love could never be
each time I see you, still it cries to me.
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