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Sunset Ballad
I stand as dusk slips into the sea,
A lonely hush surrounding me;
A sunset ballad drifts through the air,
As if it rose from nowhere.
An old-fashioned violin softly weaves
Through salt and wind and trembling leaves;
A figure forms within the sound...
Or is it something I have found?
I drift closer, afraid to see
If you are real or just a memory;
The December wind begins to sigh,
As each note dissolves into the night.
Your eyes, like fields of endless green,
More vivid than the world has been;
I speak your name into the sky…
But lose it as the echoes die.
