Now I’ve got that dusky feeling
Every year around this time
Every time it leaves me reeling
The sun’s a ghost, the wind’s a mime
What of winter gives it meaning
What of summer makes it die
Every day the leaves are failing
Every night the moon’s a lie
I should have known that I was stealing
Memories of future crime
Now they say begins the healing
Now I say begins the climb
And as my lids are slowly sealing
I see my mind was never mine
And I’ve got this dusky feeling
The past’s no help, you’re a rhyme.
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