The day I went away
nobody knew what tomorrow would bring.
Chalk equations on clay,
three witches blessed my wing,
let no one forget a thing
about the day I went away.
For the sun was there to stay,
a night breeze, an owl's song,
Shakespeare's familiar play
and the road seemed long,
somehow I was wrong
the day I went away.
Her eyes shone like May,
all wet, but kindly warm.
I had nothing more to say,
no words to put in form,
as her tears vanished in a storm,
the day I went away.
The day I went away,
shivering by the flowers' cries,
the elements dared to pray
for the love that never dies,
do no forgive my lies
on the day I went away.
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