Even after Spring has fled
will you still think of me?
Remember love as it had led
us on a path from land to sea
and back again so that
my heart knew not when to cry
here nor there. So then I sat
and wondered, pondered, questioned why
life has to be so cruel
and take the one desire
of mine and play me for the fool
to hold the candle's fire
and watch it slowly die
as the mark of time draws near.
Oh me. Oh my, Oh sigh.
I do not like living in this fear...
Now that you have gone
And only a name to think upon.
(c) 1993
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