| As he turned from the dark and moved towards the amber light that glowed ahead |
| I'll come along, she spoke |
| Her eyes remaining on the snow that collected softly in her palm |
| And with that, she watched her imprint grow |
| As seven bright stars lined up all in a row |
| See, they were once like you |
| They climbed the valley walls to hear the mountain's tales of unheard truths |
| But no one could have learned |
| That they'd be taken one by one by force, the greatness overgrown |
| They're just a moment too soon |
| Or a second too late |
| They were nothing more than a moment too soon |
| But what a fate, she cried, |
| Surely there is one who decides which way the wind turns in the morn |
| My darling girl, he said, |
| There is no reason and no rhyme for those we love and those we bid goodbye |
| There is no reason and no rhyme |
| There is no reason, no |
| For those we love and those we must bid goodbye |
| There's just a moment too soon |
| Or a second too late |
| The phantom of warmth and outline of sorts |
| Those moments too soon |
| Or a second too late |
| Oh, sing to me of loss |
| There's just a moment too soon |
| Or a second too late |
| The phantom of warmth and outline of sorts |
| Those souls that I've lost |
| Those perfect ones |
| Oh, sing to me of loss |
| I wouldn't dare try |
| See, I know not of life and even less of loss |
| So I wouldn't dare try |
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