| Clouds crush the setting sun
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| The sky is darkening grey
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| Restless whispering
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| The summer’s blown away
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| Bleak deserted arbors
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| That speak of absent friends
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| God forsaken wasteland
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| In time all friendship ends
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| Flame sears the sullen air
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| Scorching my land
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| Yonder swoops the black crow
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| To the wind’s command
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| Your body is warm
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| But your brain is cold
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| Leaving me lonely
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| Only emptiness to hold
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| The spine of love is snapped
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| There is nothing to be said
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| But the hollow in my belly
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| Sends an echo through my head
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| I ache to see you
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| To laugh with you again
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| But the voice that once caressed me
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| Is filled with disdain
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| Like a hurricane you came and shook my innocence
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| You woke me in every sense
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| And I ran bemused and excited, curious and delighted
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| But I could not hold you, like the wind you moved on
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| I stood rooted like a fool waiting for the sun
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| And bare trees trace their story
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| Of death of the sky
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| And the savage winter wind
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| Has a tear in its eye |