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one who returns and cannot move on |
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There's a stump here, in this old yard, where there was a tree. And I know that, what it once was, was something complete. Just a stump left, in this old yard, where there was a tree. There's a mark here, in the dirt where, a trail used to be. It reminds me of a road that used to carry young feet, just a mark left in the dirt here, where a trail used to be. When the world moves so slowly, how can time move so fast, from "another day coming" to "nothing left of the past", when the world moves so slowly, how can time move so fast. There's a stone here, in a graveyard, that's facing the sea, and it's worn down, and weathered, where the name used to be. Just a stone now, in a graveyard, that's facing the sea. There's a pillar, in a corner, where a chapel fell down. It reminds me, of the parish where young lovers were found, just a pillar, in a corner, where a chapel fell down. When the world moves so slowly, how can time move so fast, from "another day coming" to "nothing left of the past", when the world moves so slowly, how can time move so fast. There's a frame on the nightstand, with no picture to see, and I know that, what it once was, was something complete. Just a frame now, on a nightstand, with no picture to see. There's a hook here, in the closet, where a robe used to be, it reminds me, of a time when, you'd wear it and sing. Just a hook left, in a closet, where your robe used to be. There's a pendant, on a gold chain, you gave to me. And I try to remember, when we were complete, just a pendant, on a gold chain, before you were taken, from me. When the world moves so slowly, how can time move so fast, from "another day coming" to "nothing left of the past", when the world moves so slowly, how can time move so fast. There's a stump here, in this old yard, where there was a tree. It reminds me, of a time when, I was something complete. Just a stump left, in my old yard, where there was a tree. |
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