| Lời: Patricia Lewis
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Golden hands that shake the air,
dreams dissolve without a care.
Shadows linger pulling tight,
a fleeting dance of our old life.
Through the veil we grasp and fall,
echoes answer every call.
Hope rekindles,
faintly gleams,
lost amid forgotten dreams.
Winds of change may carry none,
yet we chase the setting sun.
Silent whispers fill the skies,
promise fades but never dies.
Round by friends of what could be,
breaking free to taste the sea.
Through the veil we grasp and fall,
echoes answer every call.
Hope rekindles,
faintly gleams,
lost amid forgotten dreams.
