The sun is just above the horizon
And the world is slowly going gray
Wind gently floats leaves aloft
And chills the wetness on my face
I wish this moment could be frozen
I wish it would just pass me by
This chill in the evening air
Gives me a bit of hope for the day
But I'm afraid to face the summer
When everyone can see my pain
The quiet is enough to make me deaf
The sky has turned into a pyre
I watch my breath in clouds of white
As the sun fails to hold onto the day
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