Great Cover Tunes

In the silence some ancient thoughts flow,
They take me back to the days when I was a child.
And I admired to the infinitely comforting sounds
Of a young soul.
The girl played the most beautiful etude
For days in a dark room behind a piano.
In the delirium of that music, the spring left
Yellow autumn came.

Those were good times
While I loved secretly
And I imagined her as she walked alone through fields.
I look at her face, her thin waste,
In the grass she fell asleep on my palm.

Those were good times
While I loved secretly,
While I drank thirstily each word coming out her mouth.
Nights in work, and days in dreaming,
In the piano room I sit alone, without her.

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