Into a room

old curtains broken chairs

I walk in through

dust on the wooden stairs



stone by the trees

lost days and faded names

pain in my throat

no river stays the same



they won't be here anymore

they won't be here anymore



When the time was new

long days and laughing eyes

walk through the fields

sunshine and butterflies



a fragile place

nothing ever stays for long

a foreign land

take right and make it wrong



they won't be anymore

they won't be anymore

its all lost to the wind

they won't be anymore



into a room

old curtains broken chairs

I walk on through

dust on the wooden stairs



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