A page of life
Torn out of which cannot be found
From heights of mountains to leagues under
A course not soon ignored
A page of life
Torn from the written annals of
The poly memories, so numerous
Enough to end our love old as trees
An ancient haste unbound
Unfolds the limbs un-wields the whims
What I mistook from the last
Refrains of songs has gone
A page of life
Torn out of which cannot be found
From heights of mountains to leagues under
A course not soon ignored
Who will intercede in our loss?
Older consequences have since passed
Will we be given back our love?
If not for these hours what do we have?
A page of life torn out, old as trees
An ancient haste unbound
Unfolds the limbs un-wields the whims
What I mistook from the last refrains of songs has gone

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