Fantasia
And I cannot make you go
If you’re set on staying.
And I cannot make you live
If you’re set on dying.
There was a road, down this way,
When we used to live here.
We used to laugh and laugh
And talk the sun down.
Now there is silence
As the years roar forward,
And even the music
Isn’t enough.
To drown our estrangement
We jump into a river
Of the days past
And shiver in the cold.
There is nothing left
But swallows on the silken wind,
And silence that wafts in empty echoes,
And the dying leaf that whispers to the ground.
Orange blossoms and rancheros
Wooden fences and golden hills
Shining, dying, flying, falling
Our memories Fantasia.
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