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The road is long
and dusty now
The autumn leaves
begin to fade
We built our house
on shifting sand
With every single
promise made
The fire is dying
in the hearth
The winter chill
is creeping in
I count the lines
upon my hands
And wonder where we
should begin
We lost the things
we used to hold
To years we cannot
quite reclaim
But here we stand
against the cold
And neither one
has took the blame
The shadows stretch
across the floor
The clock is ticking
on the wall
We do not talk
of what has passed
Or if there's any
hope at all (mmm-hmm)