Now the song has played
The shadows dance across the planks
In my eye I sway
Sway to something that cannot be
Can never be
The clock spun around
And now it matters no more
I felt the cold coming
The flicker of a flame pulled me back
But it died as quickly as before
Once in me I thought
Now the gentle music eases my soul
I see my reflection
It is obscure with that song
Standing on the very wooden planks
The sun shines through
I feel the cold
I feel it more often
My hand can feel the song
The one that can never be
The one forgotten
-kate price
Friday
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