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Before you left us |
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Jaded and gaunt, some |
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SeptemberWilted with seasons hidden inside the delusion |
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I saw your eyes, somewhere |
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Devoid of death |
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The aura poises amidst the storm |
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In solid tears |
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I lingerA parlor glade, moonlit sorrow |
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Lonely cesspools |
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Relics of the moon-dogged lake |
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Whisper, "All your words are misgiven" |
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Am I like them? |
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Those who mourn and turn away |
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Those who would give anything to see you again |
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If only for another second |
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Your face was like the photograph |
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Painted white, we didn't speak very often about it |
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What does it matter now? |
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What does it matter now? |
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Cloak of autumn shroud |
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I gaze, dim ricochet of stars |
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I reckon it is time for me to leave |
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You sleep in the light |
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Yet the night and the silent water |
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Still so dark |
