One Arm to Hold

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How long I chase my dreams, only to find them void;
how long I travel alone, on the path I aspire to;
how far I go, alone, with one lost reach —
and by the evening, I wake to my own night,
through and through my own pain…

And by the morning, I want to wake holding one arm,
and smile with you, for the rest of my life.

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