Without you I cannot confide in anything
Summer's gone, the day is done soon comes the night
Biding time, leaving the line and out of sight
The hope is pale designed in light of dreams you bring
It runs in me, your poison seething in my veins This skin is old and stained by late September rains
A final word from me would be the first for you The rest is long but I'll go on inside and through
One moonlit shadow on the wall
Disrupted in its own creation
Is this the end.
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