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The autumn rain came down so swiftly
Thousands of whispers in a hollow room
Let’s hurry now, we must move quickly
If we are ever to get there soon

Lights shining from behind me glisten
In cold and refracting mirror’s pane
Forget our reason while we hasten
Ahead, there’s flashing down the lane

I hear it in my head so loudly
Yet still the sound of whispering sky
Those words you always spoke into me
Don’t be too far to say goodbye

Cold and wet and not fast enough

Too far, too late