Silent sounds deafening in my head
Your footsteps echo as though you were once dead
Your fingers intertwine in mine
A memories glimpse thinning so fine
A whisp of air your presence resides
The summer's gone like clock-work
As the turning tide
I'll meet you once again in the summers'wake
Down this lonely hallway
The world is ours to make

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