there are so many things I did not say
I may have hinted once or twice
but that is not enough
the seasons pass and time must take its toll
the sun is fading in the west
a breeze confounds the air
there are those things yet better left unsaid
that may bring pain or wistfulness
but there is still regret
now it is late and I must go my way
you must have seen my doubt filled eyes
I could not find the words
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