In the summer a hazy dream
Kept secret underneath the dawn
Pulled up from a lover's heart
A corrupted, trailing song


By this time the doves had flown
Driven out by winter's breath
Frost covered the forge
And in the air, they smelled the death.

He took her hand in his, and went out of that ruined place
The broad exapanse of tranquil light shown so wonderfully on her face
The evening mists were rising now
He spoke, so unsure
He saw not a shadow, not a doubt
Of another parting from her

He turned to look upon her smile
And his eyes met no one's there
He found himself in an empty room
He walked between empty chairs

Shattered, he screamed:
"This charade is over!
My love, you've finally won!
Forgive my insistance and leave me lost!
Relieve me of this distance...
Relieve me of this loss...
This stinging heartache pains me red
There's just too much to gather
And too much to be said.
If this is your way, love....
I'd rather be dead."

A ridge, he climbed, over that great expanse of sea
To dilute his memory
With that calm, gentle breeze

Outstretching his arms and catching the wind
He leaped towards the sun
Towards his fear within

Falling towards the horizon
He saw her face
Laughing in the sun
With all it's grace

"Estella..." he whispered, and was gone.
 
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