The Reckoning Untitled (pt.4)

And I know while I’m dreaming of you,

You’re letting me go bye-bye

Drown in the dew of Spring

I’m faded, fading fast, and nothing can really last til the last bell of the midnight toll doth ring

The Thing is- in the Spring is to find someone

You melt away like the snows that don’t come around here no mo

I don’t like runoff anyway

Deluge my dreams and sends them to the rapid springs, the rapid turn and churn my rock my roll.

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