Dusted paintings
Sombre images of yesterday
These memories, chased by winds and clouds
Take me to consider, all left undone

Can you recall our last sunset
A day close to eternity

Hours rushing to end,
Uttering promises never made
Afar the wind will take them,
Astray and strange

Shadows rush to blend,
Years are are made of sand
I'll watch your hair grow,
While I hold your hand

Maybe each day should be our last
And each hour devours the past
Bring us, a feast of gods
Before the closing choir echos

Can you recall our last entwine
A moment close to divinity

I crave, for the evening
In a garment of stars everlasting,
Fragile radiance
If the dawn never rises

I crave, for a new beginning,
And write this history over
To sculpt a flawless tale,
In my imaginary world

One day less, I have
To feel your skin
One day less, I have
To see your smile
One day less, I have
To taste your lips
One day less, I have
To see your eyes

One day less, I have
To see you fade
One day less
One dream less I have today

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