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In The Long Shadow of Loss

In the long shadow of loss I look for your shape to form In the long shadow of loss I often lose myself Vesper comes so quickly Though not upon me since the morning you left Vesper comes so quickly On the zephyr of a day that two hope lingers When the only thing that can come between them Is where the scattering seeds of a moment must go Those scattering seeds have gone And grown I stand under some of the trees Alone Unable, unwilling to escape this paradox I know Shaded by the long shadow of loss ..sheltered by the love we sowed In the long shadow of loss I look for your shape to form In the long shadow of loss I often lose myself Forever comes so swiftly I've begged for a repeat since the morning you left Forever comes so swiftly As a 'never' to the prayer longing hearts whisper When the only thing that can slide apart homes Is where the scattering hands of time spill their sand Those scattering hands waved winds That've blown Shapes shift - I'm amidst some of the dunes Alone Disabled, I'm knee deep then waist down in a sandbox Size of the world Shaded by the long shadow of loss, Alone Tightly hold the love we sowed Time can't have it Time's taken everything else And it's taken it's time With this long shadow of loss After it's taken you But time can't have it The love we own Though it's taken it's time With this long shadow of loss After you've gone September came so quickly Though not upon me since the morning you left September came so quickly Upon that August there was a day where hope lingered When the only thing that could come between us Was the length a shattered dreams debris field blows Oh, where scattering seeds have gone And grown I stand under some of the trees Alone Unable, unwilling to escape this paradox I know Shaded by the long shadow of loss ..sheltered by the love we sowed Unable, unwilling to escape this paradox Where the sun hangs in mid-air low

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