What Never Came

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The rust in my gears from salty rivers
The past presenting me it's knife
The ghost who said 'love is for the brave,
The man who would hold me close till death took me
The one who smile like a god of purity
My own black wedding of dreams
My ambition to give up the rose
Going past the point of no return
All never came until you said my name so softly