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Let's jet set the sky
Twirl and twist away as we fly by,
and dazzlingly so
You're blues are in the air,
dancing in the clouds,
somersaulting something saucy
But borderline somber
Your work instills streaks,
etching traces of paths passed
Carving your reality into mine,
such a shocking endeavor
Rendezvous rampantly to the
home I call my own, and in front of my eyes
Lay your signature, stretching across the cosmos
The colors wash away, things aren't as they were
The way you have weaved I cannot find, I feel unsure
Where did you whisk yourself away to,
In the wispiness adrift?
You're lost, and I can't find you...
You've risen out of reach, as raspy branches tap against my windowpane
Cold winds follow, and hollow husks of leaves moan against gales untamed
We're all tired, and I know your pain
I find it's just a damn shame,
That I know not where you're going but where you came
And that things may never be the same
Twirl and twist away as we fly by,
and dazzlingly so
You're blues are in the air,
dancing in the clouds,
somersaulting something saucy
But borderline somber
Your work instills streaks,
etching traces of paths passed
Carving your reality into mine,
such a shocking endeavor
Rendezvous rampantly to the
home I call my own, and in front of my eyes
Lay your signature, stretching across the cosmos
The colors wash away, things aren't as they were
The way you have weaved I cannot find, I feel unsure
Where did you whisk yourself away to,
In the wispiness adrift?
You're lost, and I can't find you...
You've risen out of reach, as raspy branches tap against my windowpane
Cold winds follow, and hollow husks of leaves moan against gales untamed
We're all tired, and I know your pain
I find it's just a damn shame,
That I know not where you're going but where you came
And that things may never be the same
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It's gorgeous, kind of like the sadness of the beauty around fallen leaves - reminiscent of a winter not yet here.