old curtains broken chairs
I walk in through
dust on the wooden stairs

stone by the trees
lost days and faded names
pain in my throat
no river stays the same

they won't be here anymore
they won't be here anymore

When the time was new
long days and laughing eyes
walk through the fields
sunshine and butterflies

a fragile place
nothing ever stays for long
a foreign land
take right and make it wrong

they won't be anymore
they won't be anymore
its all lost to the wind
they won't be anymore

into a room
old curtains broken chairs
I walk on through
dust on the wooden stairs

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