I recall one summer's night within the month of June
Flowers in mahogany hair and smell of earth in bloom
Only such a melody comes without a sound
More than faintly heard by those who know what they have found
Now it's just a memory
Silently we wander into this void of consequence
My shade will always haunt her but she will be my guiding light
Silently we wander in search of truth and confidence
So many hopes were lost here along the way from morning to night
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