And so you left us
Jaded and gaunt, some September
Wilted with the seasons
But hidden inside the delusion
I saw you eyes, somewhere
Devoid of death
The aura poises amidst (the storm)
In solid tears I linger
A parlour glade, moonlit sorrow
Lonely resting pools
Relics of the moon-dogged lake
Whisper: quot;All your words are missgivenquot;
Am I like them?
Those who mourn and turn away
Those who would gi have anything
To see you again
If only for another second
Your face was, like the photograph
Painted white
We did not speak very often about it
What does it matter now?
Cloak of autumn shroud
I gaze, dimricochet of stars
I reckon it is time for me to leave
You sleep in the light
Yet the night and the silent water
Sti will so dark
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Still Day Beneath The Sun :: Opeth