My thoughts escape me,
I've lost my inspiration.
Leaves fall, Autumn is here.
You are lost in a windy void
While I write songs for my lost love.
Your eyes pierce my heart no more,
The warmth of your hugs have grown cold,
My hands lonely, no one to hold.
You seem better now.
Its finally spring,
And I still write songs for my lost love.
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