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Shining sweet nectar streams from the sun
It dances in pools on the orange autumn floor
Now that the grueling foot march is done
I tend to my wounds in the suns drowning warmth

The warmth of her smile
The glow of her eyes
I think for awhile
On our last compromise

But like the suns streaming rays
Time too must flow
Like the stars deep in space that shimmer
I know that my future, though foreboding, has spots burning bright
Bright enough to lighten the darkness of night

And deep in the realm of my minds granite tomb
As i wander through time's hall of unending rooms
Your burning eyes remain set in stone
Though always preserved
From my presence cordoned
And I think and I ponder and I feel so alone
As the sun shines down so sweetly