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I stand and watch you push

Needles into your eyes

I know my hollow words

Will never reach your ears,

You whisper mournful sighs

That your life counts for naught

Your face is like a shroud

And no-one knows your name,

But she is standing near

Her breath is just for you

And when she wakes each day

It’s you who gives her hope,

And she remembers days

Lost locked behind your eyes

When living just for you

Fulfilled her every need.