soft colors of the world
all the secrets of my mind
fill an anxious void
the sound of the air shutters through
the wind, the month, the years go by,
all memories of you
the sun shall come and go, it seems
I never questioned why
where I close my eyes to see
and judge not my own control
I fear the time that you must leave
please don't make me let you go
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