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Hear Autumn's voice descend like rain through the night |
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Hands pull a book of memories from a dusty chest |
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Within the yellowed-pages lies all I have ever wished for |
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I seek a name and one is found inscribed by long dead hands |
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I found your heart within the words |
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Each crystal tear reflects my Nevere |
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No body moves beside my own though I feel you near |
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And from the halls I can hear your footsteps falling softly |
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Do your eyes see the ice that hangs below my window sill? |
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I smell your hair like the softest breeze from somber skies |
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(Whispered) |
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Dark is the path over which limbs extend to grasp a lost love |
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Between them time intends to stand still until the day does come |
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Through the midnight's hour I hear a piano play a soft and sorrowful song |
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The past has passed, the death has died and I am left with nothing |
