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