LYRIC

Your scent – still in this house
Invisible evidence

Your voice – halled in this rooms
Fading away now into empty skies

Your atoms – once in this rooms
Slipping through the fingers of time

The wind – with its persistence
The cold – with its freezing hand

Brought back – back to nothing
An empire that was made of sand

Rain – casts no shadows
Rain – casts no shame

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