Song of Relief
Ghostly shapes
Through misted trees
Chime in timed precision
With shiny keys
Keys pulled from my heart
When you left me on my knees
And staring through the bottom
Of this bottle of wine
I can see in the dark sky
A bright moon shine
And at three AM
Everything starts to look fine
In this hazy morn
A light will soon appear
And this misty orchestra
That has brought fear
Will leave me sober
And without a tear
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