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`~,,~`
The dusk is setting; leaves are blowing along city streets

And the paths that my feet kept,

Swirling back with the wind into infinity

No one accompanies me anymore, like you do my friend,

Please come back, comeback for at least the day,  

And sup with me,

for I have much to say

I promise we’d make merry, neath the hallows eve of starry swollen nights,

For long has the voice of you cast its spell o’er me,

Following me down,

Beyond the natural order of death, and life,

and insanity… again and again

It haunts me,

Unto the grave… and beyond;

And back again;

I been keeping busy, as once promised

The outside face is painted on,

I have lived and killed in both my lives,

Here in the absence of your time,

For here have I been busy working

I prepare your favorite meal,

And I prepare your favorite drink,

For in that moment, that we can both share,

The sacred passing of our time,

It was once running

In moments numbered,

3 sweet days, neath October and November skies,  
Written by deadwolf
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