I have reached the Zenith without you my love,
Summer solstice.
I can feel the sun washing away our times,
I feel the waning toward another cold fall,
For the both of us.
It was April, my dear, when we last spoke.
Our love now destroyed by this dark earth,
By forces I must face alone.
Your love for me has faded to a dream,
And for you my love is not real anymore.
They killed us with our love, my dear
A black shroud for a fee,
Yet all of that wouldn't matter
If love were not the essence
And you were not the key.
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