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Remains of you
The shutters are down
But I can still see you
Walking around
In the untended garden
Where we used to talk
On sunny afternoons
Now the sun is gone
But I still feel your light
Shining through the glass
Cutting through my wounds
The flowers are withered
But your rose still stands
With its rouge and thorns
Ever there to prick me
Church bells stopped ringing
But I still see your dove
Torturing my lone raven
Through the stainèd glass
The dream was on
The alarm went off
Pulled me out of your arms
Into nothingness
But I can still see you
Walking around
In the untended garden
Where we used to talk
On sunny afternoons
Now the sun is gone
But I still feel your light
Shining through the glass
Cutting through my wounds
The flowers are withered
But your rose still stands
With its rouge and thorns
Ever there to prick me
Church bells stopped ringing
But I still see your dove
Torturing my lone raven
Through the stainèd glass
The dream was on
The alarm went off
Pulled me out of your arms
Into nothingness
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