Springs of sand we used to live in Have sunk in my memory Sharing whispers, singing stories Dreaming of an older age
What have we done of our shivering nights Nights of thrill, nights of greediness ? How come the two of us turned to be Such foreigners to one another ?
What have we done of our shivering nights ? How come the two of us turned to be As torn as leaves wind had drifted apart Leaves drifted apart ...
Springs of sand we used to live in Seared deep in my memory They won't leave and, though they shimmer, Our illusions flew away
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Springs of Sand
