Words disappear
Words once so clear
Only echoes, passing through the night
The lines on my face
Your fingers once traced
Fading reflection of what was
Thoughts rearrange
Familiar, now strange
All my schemes, drifting on the wind
Spring brings the rain
With Winter comes pain
Every season has an end
I'll try, to see through the skies
But the clouds were red, blocking out the sun
The sun
Thoughts rearrange
Familiar now strange
All my schemes, drifting on the wind
Spring brings the rain
With Winter comes pain
Every season has an end
There's an end
There's an end
There's an end
There's an end...
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