Ages drift, you haven't come, not yet,
Which path, tell me, will you unveil, and when?
Each face I meet, reflects your very set.
The heart's lone chambers soothe the grief,
As if, in truth, your voice called out relief,
But as I reach, the dream dissolves again.
As I reach, the dream dissolves again.
Each face I meet, reflects your very set.
Those laughter's moments, bright and sweet,
That lived as wishes, once complete,
Now sparkle on the lashes, memories they feign,
The ache remains, as time retreats,
The ache remains, as time retreats,
Each face I meet, reflects your very set.
You send, at times, a bloom, at times, the dew,
Your whereabouts, each season surely knew,
The moon, each night, your tidings does retain.
The moon, each night, your tidings does retain.
Each face I meet, reflects your very set.
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