"A Slow Fade To Silence"
a quiet decline to a solemn night,
the rear view mirror remains bright,
the sun is setting in falling red,
my sunglasses stay on my head.
my hands are worn, my hair is white,
I can't hear, but I remember all right,
I look old but I feel born again,
to the twilight I reply, "Amen."
all around me slowly fades,
the reel of tape grows thin with age,
now begins what never was,
but it'll never be the end of love.













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