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Does the Fragrance of My Memory Linger Within the Rose
I don’t know the space you haven't colored
Even though you’ve learned to breath without me
Your memory’s there
When the sun falls from my sky
And nights long since settled in
With nothing left to say
My heaven no longer climbs to the stars
There is this half dreamed dream that knows no waking
And is lost within my sleeping
Sheltered in shades of grey like distant things
Fading into the mist or haze
Knowing no words
Or what to say
Losing you this way
Let’s start again
You the breath who stirs my dreams
I don’t dream in the color of your eyes
Or of your lips when you smile
Or even the highlights of your hair
No
Not so much that
But there’s always you
For there was us
And is for me
I thought we’d always be able to talk
But how wrong was I
And yet I wonder
Does the fragrance of my memory linger within the rose
Lost soft among the petals
Even though you’ve learned to breath without me
Your memory’s there
When the sun falls from my sky
And nights long since settled in
With nothing left to say
My heaven no longer climbs to the stars
There is this half dreamed dream that knows no waking
And is lost within my sleeping
Sheltered in shades of grey like distant things
Fading into the mist or haze
Knowing no words
Or what to say
Losing you this way
Let’s start again
You the breath who stirs my dreams
I don’t dream in the color of your eyes
Or of your lips when you smile
Or even the highlights of your hair
No
Not so much that
But there’s always you
For there was us
And is for me
I thought we’d always be able to talk
But how wrong was I
And yet I wonder
Does the fragrance of my memory linger within the rose
Lost soft among the petals
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