Run its Course
Beneath the storm clouds the air hung offbeat
As if love was waiting its chance to take retreat
Instead, collapsing on itself in cold silent defeat
While the perfume you gave me still smells sweet
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Sudden the sun slid sly seeking solace from the heat
Wicked the wind that whipsawed the willful wheat
Slight tipped the balance as fall's tears turned to sleet
While the perfume you gave me still smells sweet
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Stoic soldiers stood a snows stockpile with planted feet
Weight on dead branches snap splintered upon a slick street
Pale ghosts took flight while cold memories stole their seat
Yet the perfume you gave me still smells sweet
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Spring a shy bride blushes her bold beauty to earth's receipt
Ingratiating youthful hope in the worn eyes she dares meet
Conniving new paths where love has run its course deplete
While the perfume you gave me still smells sweet
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Beneath the storm clouds, once, the air hung offbeat
Commingling sparks flash and burn on heart's of concrete
Summer passes without regret, rain cries its song complete
While the perfume you gave me still smells sweet
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