With a tender lilt and gentleness of pitch
At range with the doves and the sweetest of chimes
Your voice is ringing clear and vibrant with the gifts
Of eloquence and tone and refinement
Fluid are your hands with ever shifting pace
So tentatively contemplate the limits of their grace
Please forgive me if I stare
But I can scarce, believe my fortune
I've been staring at these pages for so long
With nothing to show for it
In this wistful season
When I so dearly needed to remember
I somehow caught a fateful glimpse
And faithfully I did surrender
And with agony of death
You brought me breath
But you gotta let me forget now
The more that I invest, I feel I am not wrong
Your pathos and complexity deserve their place in song
But I appeal now to the gods
And to you through kindred thought
That you would gather up your beauty
And make motions to relieve me
Sweet Helen of my verse, all that you have wrought
Yet to this image I return
As if by magic I've been caught
In this wistful season
When I so dearly needed to remember
I somehow caught a fateful glimpse
And faithfully I did surrender
And with agony of death
You brought me breath
But you gotta let me forget now
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Improbable my muse, confounding and persistent
With such sobbing and refusals
I have tried so to evict you
With such gravity and poise, as firmly you hold ground
So I employ you as my guide
As you abide so I am bound
In this wistful season
When I so dearly needed to remember
I somehow caught a fateful glimpse
And faithfully I did surrender
And with agony of death
You brought me breath
With agony of death
You brought me breath
With agony of death
You brought me breath
Now let me go, let me go, let me go
Let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go
You gotta let me forget now