A yellowed sheet and a fountain pen
The chugging sound of an empty train
Staring out at the winter rain
The sombre sky is in a lot of pain
You're a troubling sun that makes me squint
also a border river where I'd live in a tent
And I'm alone but I can't deny
I have heard the silence cry
You're an autumn's lovely breeze
you're the fire that refuses to cease
you're clad in a tattered gown
and you gaze at me with an eerie frown
You're a troubling sun that makes me squint
also a border river where I'd live in a tent
And I'm alone but I can't deny
I have heard the silence cry
The chugging sound of an empty train
Staring out at the winter rain
The sombre sky is in a lot of pain
You're a troubling sun that makes me squint
also a border river where I'd live in a tent
And I'm alone but I can't deny
I have heard the silence cry
You're an autumn's lovely breeze
you're the fire that refuses to cease
you're clad in a tattered gown
and you gaze at me with an eerie frown
You're a troubling sun that makes me squint
also a border river where I'd live in a tent
And I'm alone but I can't deny
I have heard the silence cry
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