Remember this; days fade into darkness
Moss growing on old wooden wishing well
The old barn has maintained its quaint starkness
Haunted with memories if tales it could tell
The ancient Oak still stands virulent and strong
Moss growing on old wooden wishing well
The wind through the gully sounds like a song
Dried leaves scurry round as through them I walk
The ancient Oak still stands virulent and strong
Sun rays caress my shoulders, I kick a rock
Subtly I feel as though time had stood still
Dried leaves scurry round as through them I walk
Dressed lightly for autumn, I feel the chill
Magnetism pulsing through my bloodstream,
It subtly feels as though time had stood still
Eyes fly open now, ‘twas only a dream
Remember this; days fade into darkness
Magnetism pulsing through my bloodstream,
Remember this; days fade into darkness
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