Singing that one song,
That one tune, a melody from the heavens,
A gift of the gods.
You leave a trail of gold,
A godsend from the heavens above.
A familiar face in a sea of strangers,
A hot chocolate in a bitter winter.
A saving grace for a wretched heart,
A silent prayer for the fallen souls.
Songbirds sings in the foliage,
Flowers bloom in the meadow.
Spring is here, winter is past.
The air is sweet and the grass is green.
Alas, you pass me by.
Fate makes yet a mockery of me.
The angelic face fades into the darkness.
The voice that leads vanishes into the distance.
Gold leaves that paved your path,
All that is left,
Has left.
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