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gone till November
jets sing low
as if flying from my soul
the black of nights
fight winds of north
gods do cry
as fleeting moments morph
hollow shells lay on naked beach
shadows disperse to leave bare trees
roots untangled
clearer seas
heavy heart
weightless soul
he who forgets
is destined to remember
still a question....
left in November
as if flying from my soul
the black of nights
fight winds of north
gods do cry
as fleeting moments morph
hollow shells lay on naked beach
shadows disperse to leave bare trees
roots untangled
clearer seas
heavy heart
weightless soul
he who forgets
is destined to remember
still a question....
left in November
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