| Reflections on a Grey Dawn |
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| Opening doors |
| Such a common theme |
| Someone can enter |
| Or leave the scene |
| In the grey light |
| Of the gloomiest June |
| I lie and watch |
| Myself leave the room |
| I’ve never sung |
| About rivers and leaves |
| Like opening doors |
| They’ve only been themes |
| That represent people |
| And the lives they lad |
| Never sang about love |
| Just th one thing I need |
| Come to me, my dear |
| Let me hold your hand |
| To soothe my fear |
| When you look at me now |
| Do you see someone strange? |
| And what about you |
| Will you ever change? |
