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Paper edges curling slow
Words we wrote so long ago
Ink has blurred, but I still see
Every line you left for me
Fading letters in my hand
Like the tide that leaves the sand
Every word is slipping through
But they all still lead to you
Light is soft on empty walls
Echoes fill these quiet halls
Pages worn but still they keep
Every secret that I seek
Fading letters in my hand
Like the tide that leaves the sand
Every word is slipping through
But they all still lead to you
Time can fade the black to grey
But your voice will always stay
Fading letters in my hand
Every word still understands
They will always lead to you
