Goodbye

It's a misty Sunday morning,
It's a perfume in the air.
I can feel the breezes swirling;
They beckon all my care.

Still I feel you all around;
You reach beyond my dreams.
The scattered fears upon the ground,
Become a mystery to me.

I don't remember how I got here;
Recall not how I came.
I simply know the end is near,
And goodbye must be my bane.

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