Sit by my side
Come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
Wander in my words
Dream about the pictures
That I play of changes
Green leaves of summer
Turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade
And then they have to die
Trapped within
The circle time parade of changes
Passions will part to a strange melody
As fires will sometimes burn cold
Like petals in the wind
We're puppets to the silver
Strings of souls of changes
So sit by my side
Come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
Wander in my words
Dream about the pictures
That I play of changes
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