You, the solitary lighthouse, in the tempest
The first light of dawn, of a broken darkness
The window, to the night sky
The stars, that we trace
You, the first of the fallen leaves of autumn
The withered flowers that dance at your feet
In the blinding city lights
The fading memories, forfeit
You, the book of secrets, lying in the dust
The scent of rain, wafting through the wind,
The first flutter, of broken hearts that learn to beat
Or the wooden dance floor, the tap of our feet
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