Friday, October 14, 2011

Farewell Letter


As you read past the pages
And the clock eats the ages
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Its hand foment the stages
Calling forth the blankness
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Masked behind this madness
Hidden by the moon's deafness
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Who will you mostly miss?
My words or the rustling trees
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What does your heart please?
For the wind has caught my sail
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Blowing me far beyond the veil
Where the sun leaves its trail
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The stars are shooting up the sky
Filling the night with a bitter sigh
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Will your eyes see me and cry?
Or are my words lost in your why?


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