| The sky turns grey and fades to dark
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| The leaf hangs in mid air
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| An open window lets in the cold
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| Time stands like a century (I feel you)
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| There’s nothing left but everything remains
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| To remind me I miss you
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| And everything I see and touch is tainted
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| And it turns to dust
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| Who plays your voice to me
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| Who strings it on the breeze
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| If I could just believe
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| But it’s nothing just the wind
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| If I put it in a hidden place
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| An image in my mind
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| The window may close some more each day
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| And then time might keep on moving
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| Who plays your voice to me
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| Who strings it on the breeze
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| If I could just believe
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| But it’s nothing just the wind
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| Who plays your voice to me
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| Who strings it on the breeze
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| If I could just believe
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| But it’s nothing just the wind
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| Who steals these falling tears
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| Who heals the aching years
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| I thought I heard you speak
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| It’s nothing just the wind
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| Who steals these falling tears
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| Who heals the aching years
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| I thought I heard you speak
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| It’s nothing just the wind |