Like the moon in an eclipse
You hide your face and disappear
Though you are still there, I know,
You do not answer my calls
What have I done to deserve this?
I've been patient, so patient
I've given in all your demands
So why the cold treatment?
You can't fix this?
A few words would help
To clarify it all,
Be it the end or not,
I need to know, call me.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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