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If you agree to be the mistress
you'll paint shadows in the mist,
you'll be that silent story
that the moon keeps in the distance.
You'll be the laughter in the gloom,
the whisper of a desire,
the spark that burns in the night,
mystery hidden in the sky.
When he returns to his life
with the sun in your hair,
you will leave with an empty heart,
you'll take your sparkles with you.
Your name will be silence,
your love, a lost sigh,
you will be the flower that never comes,
the embrace never lived.