…and then I found the sound of us
in sorrow and joy in soulful glows
tender was meaning in apathy
in some way now we found the need

…another way down we saw the fire
in mist and mountain and in satire
wander and wander through castles we did
it is not new to feel abyss

…a fleeting glimpse of sound we see
is it another fade in memory?
winding down roads that fall away
this is what finds me in her blaze

…flying through gallows of sweeping wind
in courage and peace she is buried in
it is but pain and faults we see
she watches another memory

…goodbye… goodbye..she tries to weep
the chords just struggle to find her keep
we are but dazed to see this sound
in glory box she mends her self

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