Floating on a cloud
I see a quilt of meadows
With a ribbon of a river through it
Vast forests of green
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With my nose in the air
Sniffling
Smelling
I walk in the early morning
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If the leaves of the trees turn color again
The green slowly changing
Into scarlet and yellow ocher
The sunlight plays through the leaves
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I must have dreamt of you again
Like I did so many nights before
I felt your touch once more
And heard your voice speak but then
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It smells like rain still
Raindrops on flowers
Misty morning promise of Autumn
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The train brings me
Through foggy fields
This morning
It reflects my mood
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It's that time of year again
I should rejoice really
But I'm sad
Sad because you have gone
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And when he emerged
Out of the shadows of the room
She realised Death was there
For her final trip
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Why do I never feel good enough
Why do I feel the need to prove myself
Why does it hurt to think
Why does it hurt to feel
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