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Shaded by the trees, calling out to the breeze, I'm lying face-down crying
I saw a version of myself I did not recall
On this guitar I'm playing the melody of someone who has passed on
A star falls in the grief of someone who'll never be seen again.

Please don't go, no matter how much you scream,
All it will do is quietly stir these orange petals
Saved on my fore-head,
I send the memories in my hand far away
An eternal farewell as I keep strumming.

The heart of a child clinging to a gentle hand
The flaming wheels cast it off and continue on
On this guitar I'm playing for the grief of someone who's deciesed
The strings in my heart being plucked at violently.

In the pure white space unstained by sorrow,
The orange petals stirred in a summer shadow
Even if my soft brow is lost,
I'll cross over the far off, red-stained sand
For the rhythm of farewell.

Blazed into my memories, on the ever-turning earth,
There is something sprouting in remembrance.

Sending off the dawn's carriage
Those orange petals are stirring somewhere even now
The peaceful daybreak I once saw
Until it is placed in my palm once more,
Please don't let the light go out
The wheels are turning...