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Reverie by Caroline Tiss

 Reverie by Caroline Tiss

I used to look into your eyes
And they would call my name
Now I'm left lonely
Singing in the rain
A lonesome tune
A melody
Wandering on, in pain
I used to wish you would come back to me
Sail the sea of Saturn's rings
Just to see my face
But I won't call into the dark any longer
I won't ring the chapel bell
Just to see your grace
I am at peace with your choice
I have my happiness
Though some days
I am reminded of when you used to keep me warm by candlelight
On an autumn day
But I don't need you anymore
Though I love you still
I now sing beneath the Willow trees
And I think I always will.


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