north winds blowing,
looks like snow today,
all the autumn leaves
have died and gone away;
coming home
to this dark and empty house,
where memories live in shadows
of yesterday’s dreams,
I see your face,
in the wind I hear your name,
looking in a mirror
the sorrow remains the same,
as I keep on playing
this lonely guessing game;
trying to remember the feeling,
while the dealer keeps on dealing,
with crystal chandeliers
hanging from the ceiling,
the cool night air so appealing;
I just don’t know
anymore,
it was so easy
before,
behind every curtain
was an open door;
never until today
.
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