A dust in the wind!
Oh! Dear friend, time of youth fled And everything in me became old And gray hairs were on my head And the heart became cold Oh! Dear friend, summers nights fled And joy and happiness end And long winters nights ahead And singing and dancing are nearly end Oh! Dear friend, my time fled And the flame of live is in the wind And soon my black angel will sign the end And soon I will be a dust in the wind Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 01:59 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Oh! Dear friend, time of youth fled..."