Sharing a memory of gray,
and wondering my words and dream about the
pictures that I've made of changes.
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
to brown and to yellow they fade
And then they had to die,
trapped within the circle time
Visions of shadows that shined till one day
I returned and found they were the vic
tims of the vines of changes.
swings through a hollow haze,
and races around the stars,
a journey through the universe of
All fears of the forest are gone.
But when the moment breaks,
Fashions will part to a strange melody
As fires will sometimes burn
cold like petals in the wind
We're puppets to the silver strings
Your tears will be trembling
One last cup of wine we will pour
I'll kiss you one more time
And leave you on the rolling river shores
Share in a memory of great
and wonder in my words and dream about the
pictures that remain of changes.
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