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Summer sighs its last breath

(but fall won't stay)

The pine sleeps in wait for snow fall

(Winter is on it's way)

We shared this cup around autumn fires

(and tensions run high)

The emptiness consumes me

and the barren oak will not lie.

It whispers the truth of our aloneness

in this land bereft.

The company we keep is emptiness

and I feel I have nothing left.

I feel I have nothing left...

Please help me to find hope my friend.

Hope in hills and light,

the crystal waters of Superior

and the gentle stars at night.

Share this cup with me,

drink one more before sleep.

As the wind blows through the red oak

can you hear the sigh of summer weep?

Can you hear the sigh of summer solftly weep?

(Never too old to learn to trust a friend...)