once I thought these stories important
wrapped them around me
dazzling jewels a means to hide
now I walk more in silence
trailing memories from my fingers
dry leaves of yesterday turning to dust
soon I will be gone
once I thought these stories important
wrapped them around me
dazzling jewels a means to hide
now I walk more in silence
trailing memories from my fingers
dry leaves of yesterday turning to dust
soon I will be gone
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