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Be Gentle With Me, New Love. Treat Me Tenderly. I Need The Gentle Touch, The Soft Voice, The Candlelight After Nine. There's Been So Many Who Didn't Understand So Give Me All The Love I See In Your Timid Eyes But Give It Gently Please.

We Come Into The World Alone. We Go Away The Same. We're Meant To Spend The Interlude Between In Closeness Or So We Tell Ourselves. But It's A Long Way From The Morning To The Evening.

I Chose The Shadows; They Did Not Choose Me. I Stay Here Securely Not Just Because I Feel Plain, But Because Disappearance Is By Now The Easy Way. The Habit. The Worn Path That I Can Trod Knowingly And Be Assured Safe Passage Home.

We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If We Wake At All.

The Journey Back Is Always Longer Than The Forward Run.