As I lie here,
A whisper all I hear,
Amongst these empty rooms,
The sweetest of perfumes,
The cries all come to me,
All too painfully,
These calls and screams,
And all of these dreams,
All arise in the mid of the night,
They blind me of my sight,
But my hearing all I need,
To follow as they lead,
These voices I do know,
I remember what they show,
A past of many painful year,
In my mind they do sear,
A past of love lost and gone,
All forgotten with the dawn,
Until I hear the song,
And remember for what I long.
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