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The Forest Is Gone

A musician finds himself
The forest is no longer for the lost
The leaves that fall are not because of frost
But instead the path is before him
The colors that once were green
Now are another ready for the next scene
Then it's gone, footprints and memories
Of a color scheme he will remember to paint again
But of love, when it is gone was it our forest
Or is it to be cut down, not to build our home
But instead to forget the pain
And what we cannot see
Is not the same as what he can hear
For what came from within his soul
Will remain until he is old
While their life together is not a song
But a match that was struck where it didn't belong

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