Nothing Much Changes
when the sun goes down it is always night
the world goes silent dying into whispers
we grow one day older the day after
No wiser than when we let love slip by
chasing around catching shiny things
accolades for our broken empty hearts
songs of fading youth echo in our soul
too late to cash in, seasons are changing
many autumns have come and gone yet
we still cry over the leaf at the first fall
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