Seasons

The Cold Harbour

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I'm lost behind
The words I can't find
I'm left behind
As the seasons roll on by

I wandered lonely as a cloud
Waiting for time to stop
The birds have almost sung there last
Too much time to think about the past

I'm lost behind
The words I can't find
I'm left behind
As the seasons roll on by

I stood in the sun as it beamed
as i had always dreamed
the moon may hide the night
i knew it could never be

I hope the seasons treat you well
This is my final farewell