One night I'll find the words to describe you. All the world will weep then.
They'll read our story and melt in sighs of woe.
We are the storybooks. You are the ending. These are the breadcrumbs.
Who knows what we know? I know only one who does.
Who has what we have? Not anyone.
I'm a shadow playing at your feet. When your sun sets and you've finished dancing won't you take your shadow with you?
Every day I give you more of myself.
Please take me with you when you go.
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