fade

	she's died away
	with empty dream
	her eyes have faded
	with lack of tears
	sometimes the stream of bright
	stab the weak peas
	sometimes the fog of night
	smell like wine
	her heart has faded
	with lack of blood
	she takes my hand
	till the sunshine die
	sometimes the stream of bright
	stab the weak peace
	sometimes the fog of night
	smell like wine