You are here, yet I see
your leaving, a distant decree.
You are here, yet I see
the desolate days drawing near to me.
You are here, yet I see
your leaving, a distant decree.
My heart shrinks, anticipating
the moments that are now creating.
My heart shrinks, anticipating
the moments that are now creating.
And I see you, too, trembling, afraid,
as the future unfolds, a shadowed parade.
You are here, yet I see
your leaving, a distant decree.
When will the wounds of memory mend,
when will the old scars transcend?
When will the wounds of memory mend,
when will the old scars transcend?
How many days it takes to forget,
I watch them pass, a somber threat.
You are here, yet I see
your leaving, a distant decree.
In her eyes, a darkness spread,
a smudge of kohl, a silent dread.
In her eyes, a darkness spread,
a smudge of kohl, a silent dread.
And I, too, turn to watch your flight,
as you depart into the fading light.
I see the desolate days drawing near to me.
You are here, yet I see
your leaving, a distant decree.
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