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- Seven years
Seven years have passed since I spoke your name
Still the wind has brought you here again
Though the door's ajar, my heart's cold and numb
For my land is dead, and the war not won
- The Last Goodbye
Here we are, our time nearly over,
we have loved golden dazzling days that,
gave into "the people bright" and beautiful,
secrets get "withered and" silent,
last goodbye
This is love, your eyes tell a story,
one last look and then turn away,