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Find me in the silence, tell me where I've been. The air is growing colder, the clouds are caving in. I lost the sound of your voice in the winter sun. I dreamed that dawn would wake us, but morning never comes.
I watched you go away. I watched the colors fade. I can't bear the pain of losing yesterday to a world of grey.
I found you in the shadows following a ghost. I thought you felt my presence, but we were still alone. Where do you turn when the corners of the room run from you? And how it burns to be a memory lost in a mind you never knew.
I watched you go away. I watched the colors fade. I can't bear the pain of losing yesterday to a world of grey.
My fading sunset, swaying precarious in the sand. Every grain a lingering moment, slipping through the cracks in my hand. Disintegrating in the predawn light: A memory eroded by time. I’ll turn with your reversing clock and describe the color when you can’t see the sunrise.
I watched you go away. I watched the colors fade. I can't bear the pain of losing yesterday to a world of grey. (1)
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1. Dedicated to those suffering from memory disorders, including their loved ones.
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Find me in the silence, tell me where I've been. The air is growing colder, the clouds are caving in. I lost the sound of your voice in the winter sun. I dreamed that dawn would wake us, but morning never comes.
I watched you go away. I watched the colors fade. I can't bear the pain of losing yesterday to a world of grey.
I found you in the shadows following a ghost. I thought you felt my presence, but we were still alone. Where do you turn when the corners of the room run from you? And how it burns to be a memory lost in a mind you never knew.
I watched you go away. I watched the colors fade. I can't bear the pain of losing yesterday to a world of grey.
My fading sunset, swaying precarious in the sand. Every grain a lingering moment, slipping through the cracks in my hand. Disintegrating in the predawn light: A memory eroded by time. I’ll turn with your reversing clock and describe the color when you can’t see the sunrise.
I watched you go away. I watched the colors fade. I can't bear the pain of losing yesterday to a world of grey. (1)
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1. Dedicated to those suffering from memory disorders, including their loved ones.
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