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We met that night,

when the sea ran high.

And I craved for more,

of that nearlove experience.

Those who the music hath,

then joined together are now put asunder.

Remember me,

when I lit the fire to keep us warm,

on a cold winter morning.

Now I pass through the moment,

can I still recognize a beautiful melody.

I play a note, but hear no sound.

Have I lost my love or the wings I found.

When I was young and eager to please, anyone who had time.

Needed to sing,

the very notes I heard.

Had to stay in the shadows,

and seek for the loneliness.

Nevertheless the price,

was higher than I realized.

I was to live alone,

ready to make the sacrifice.

Was I in love with you?

My old heart, little harder again.

Once the light goes out, everything ends.

It is time, ready to cause a scene,

ready to make the sacrifice.

Ready to play the note,

ready to end the final show.

The only thing I know.

The pain is here to stay I fear.

In my eyes I can change one note and make you cry.

In this state of mind, silence is a crime.

How can life be so feigned and cold?

I've answered the call of every melody, lovingly.

Did I find the answers to all my questions,

or a gravenimage of me?

If I found the hidden fountain,

drank the wisdom from it's deep.

Would I have the time to save me?

Would I have them both to keep?