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The crown of Maple leaves and the
Silverscales have fallen,
And singing does pass
As eyes close at last
Oh farewell, oh fare thee well, oh
knight in grey.
Sleep in dreams of bluish melody,
where hearts do beat.
When you wake, the tulips will wake
with you.
Tell them of the beauty you've seen
Farewell, farewell, oh nightingale
As eyes close at last
The staples of emptiness will pass,
And the mourning cherry fog will
clear the air,
Run your fingers along the cavities
of the streets that whisper.
Dampened by rain, the tulips will
come again,
Oh farewell, dear beautiful grey of
day.
Let the honey hang from your lips,
“like Bees.”
Sing your song; it’s glistening with
the berries stained on fingertips.
Dear beautiful, the skies seem
aimless and blank.
Stay by my side,
But you go by time the mourning
comes,
And you’ll be gone again.
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