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Like half-forgotten dream
like whisper in the wind
life as it should have been
in memory redeemed

Names scratching at the door
a face behind the glass
the words that nevermore
and moments that won't last

Oh take away the grace
of life that never is
The whisper in the daze
of half-forgotten dreams

What shall I say to you
when all is said and done?
My words - with wind they flew
Not one is left, not one...

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The never ending fall
through yellow whirl of leaves
The stillness of it all
for one who disbelieves

And you might think it so
But what a dreadful thought
The leaves around to throw
for one who knows not