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Dust of moss
And the taste of loss
A gray cold storm
Birds in swirls up there
One last chime
Echoes lost in time
Visions like waves
Float around the nave
Tears gonna dry in the Sun
Scars will heal on their own
Memories will be tattoos on your soul
Years will give back what they stole
Dry away
Crack a grin
Pink Sun warms your skin
Riding a train
Right down memory lane
Tears gonna dry in the Sun
Scars will heal on their own
Memories will be tattoos on your soul
Years will give back what they stole
