Return the singing to my ears;
The night from later years;
This past comes haunting me.
Shall I ever see the moon in its memory?
It's secondary silver lining;
When striking brilliance appeared to me;
Once my eyes have seen the sun in absence.
One dangled reflection;
The breath I breathe in grace;
Shine existence to earthly shine.
Shall we dance in rain and thunder?
Put the faulted lines together
Bodies meet in colloquial skies
Sad eyes - the hours; we left behind.
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