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Descriptions of emptiness and longing that I've listened to a time or two:
Sometimes In winter I gaze into the streets
and walk through snow and city sleet
behind your room.
Sometimes in winter forgotten memories
remember you behind the trees
with leaves that cry.
By the window once i waited for you,
laughing slightly you would run,
trees alone would chill us in the meadow,
making love in the evening sun.
Now your gone girl,
and the lamp posts call your name,
i can hear them in the spring of frozen rain.
Now your gone girl,
and the times slow down til dawn
its a cold room
and the walls ask where you've gone
Sometimes in winter I love you when the good times seem like memories
in the spring that never came.
Sometimes in winter, i wish the empty streets would fill with laughter
from your tears to ease my pain.
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The summer had inhaled
And held its breath too long.
The winter looked the same,
As if it had never gone,
And through an open window,
Where no curtain hung,
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
One begins to read between
The pages of a look.
The sound of sleepy music,
And suddenly, you're hooked.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
You came to stay and live my way,
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind.
You always say that you won't go away,
But I know what it always has been,
It always has been.
A transparent dream
Beneath an occasional sigh
Most of the time,
I just let it go by.
Now I wish it hadn't begun.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
Strolling the hill,
Overlooking the shore,
I realize I've been here before.
The shadow in the mist
Could have been anyone
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
Small things like reasons
Are put in a jar.
Whatever happened to wishes,
Wished on a star?
Was it just something
That I made up for fun?
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
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Sometimes, in the morning
I catch a falling dream
Disappearing scene.
And I think about a someone
That I will never see again
And now it's only me again.
Sometimes, in the morning
I think I hear a phrase
Echo through the haze,
And it's just beyond my vision
It's something that she said one night
Before we went to bed one night.
Sometimes, in the morning
When I go back to sleep
Trying hard to keep,
All my memories in motion
Wishing she were here my love
Whispering in my ear, my love.
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