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Detached & Reunited

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Cerebral's Original Song "Drowning in Silvering"~ https://suno.com/s/lMMr9wvcQlru3N0v My original Song "Waltzbound" ~ https://suno.com/s/Q0RFdf5bUj0PNKL9 ✢──────────────────────✢ Though cruel Death did tear my love from me, And laid betwixt our hearts tis silent stone, Yet in these heav’nly depths thine eyes I see, Where trembling stars before thy voice are gone. I've longed long after parting first came And laid its frost upon my weary breast Yet in the night I called thee by thy name Knowing love shall never find its rest. My soul surrenders to you hair's sweet scent Thy essence: poetry the world needs to read; Thy gentle speech could make all men repent, And draw the breath from out the strong and meek In pictures imperfect through passing time, I kept your face enshrined within my mind. Thy soul remained the beacon of my night, And all my silent waiting turned to light. Now freed from time, I see thy countless days, Cracked in shards all around. On a warm dawn At twenty two thou beam a man with craze Thou give thy vow to one—I want him gone Death drew a veil thinking hearts would part Yet every year its fabric frays and bends The world grows dim, but nearer beats your heart And through that thinning shroud my longing mends. A thought seeps through me now, I am not proud, Where you must die alone, I feel relief, With none to call to ease this heavy shroud, I see a million paths laid out to read. No distance cast by death can bar my view, For still my heart and soul are bound to you. Could be my love laid bare to bone You seem familiar, still transformed I've longed to cross the veil alone To find the soul for which I mourned You did not know me when you first arrived. I felt your approach—slow, without a flare Thy smile cleanses my soul like sacred tide, Myrrh-scented, gentle as the morning air; How I've longed for breath no longer pressed To draw my heart from out its deep retreat Now free my soul from all that did oppress Unaged, yet ripened full and rich and sweet When first thou lovedst me, death seemed the most sweet— Now in thy lips all heaven is complete.