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As if a Dead Leaf
05:02
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Air turns from heat to remembrance cold
Wind wraps around a nostalgic body
Each hint of season change is a portal
To a threshold of memories I'll have of you
Only since a glance to the stars
The sky feels its' weight on me
You're changing your mind...
and flipping a page of passed time.
In time, the Autumn breeze will pass me on
I hope in the next life I'll be strong
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Endless Silence
10:01
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The blinding sun couldn't light the paths chosen
Each step taken is closer to a dim, cold era
These moments replicate never ending silence
Longer than a child's bitter winter
The blind will receive sight before I finally find you
The deaf will bear sound before I ever hear your voice
I am on a constant search for something that isn't there
I will always listen for your voice
But you will never be there
I will always listen for your voice
But you are never there
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Glaciate
11:48
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Every winter feels the same
The darkest, longest cold
The most extensive of death
Taking its time to be reborn
Every winter feels the same
The familiar fear of grief
The most desolate memories
Display yourself for me to embrace
I remember the woods where we lay in the snow
Only then was there a meaning for the frore
A moment soon rendered in a painting
Now abandoned to the farthest retrospection
With no regard, the wind may lash my skin
And the cold pierce the core of consciousness
Bring me back to those moments I will despair
Until the frost amongst my soul captures me in ice
Every winter feels the same
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Epoch of Ice
06:32
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The winter breathes, exhaling a mourning sigh
A breeze that foreshadows all of my grief
When winter screams, I simply hide
Deep within my dreams
You'll still call my name
While treading delta waves, you'll find me
And bring in a storm that floods me back to life
Where I must thaw out and rebuild once again
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Deathless
02:29
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The Way the Wind Blew
07:58
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Blessed are the forgetful
And cursed are the ones who dream about loss
Who are reset by the scent of the breeze
Blessed are the forgetful
And cursed are the ones who hear a song.
Who see a picture
Who think of a day when all should be
But all is not
Alone in a hallway
A flowing breeze through tree tops
An ocean's horizon
Chasing you into the waves
Rain sounds on the window
I shelter you from storms
The other side of the bed
Empty, cold sheets
Empty city streets
A winding road that disappears into a mountainous landscape
Snow fall
An open field
I can't stop loving what is gone
And I can't stop loathing what is here
Until the wind stops blowing
My heart re-falls in love
To break again and again
Forever
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