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Helplessy hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby,
Awaiting a word.
Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly.
Only to trip at the sound of goodbye.
Wordlessly watching he waits by the window,
And wonders at the empty place inside.
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams,
He worries,
Did he hear a goodbye?
Or even hello?
They are one person,
They are two alone,
They are three together,
They are for each other.
Stand by the stairway,
You'll see something certain
To tell you confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying its loose in a lady who lingers,
Saying she is lost,
And choking on hello.
They are one person,
They are two alone,
They are three together,
They are for each other.