Soft colours play in the light,
her figure once so near to me.
Scattered sunlight plays my heart,
her figure vanishes from my sight.
So near to my younger skin –
now, I’m so old.
I stand in the Satie sounds –
no longer young.
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Soft colours play in the light,
her figure once so near to me.
Scattered sunlight plays my heart,
her figure vanishes from my sight.
So near to my younger skin –
now, I’m so old.
I stand in the Satie sounds –
no longer young.