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What time does not wither

And age cannot decay,

Is your beauty made in silence

What words cannot say.

Though you oft roam asunder

Like a cloud without a home

Your steps, they always rhyme

Even when alone.

Seasons of summer

Seasons of fall

Deep in your eyes

I meet them all.

And when winter comes,

I beg to stay

Like a vagabond, with

Hope of being astray

What time does not wither

And age cannot decay,

Is your beauty made in silence

What words never say.

You’re the candle

I, the wind

You’re the song

Words can’t sing.

You might be everywhere

Anywhere, nowhere at all

In everyone, anyone

Big and small.

Tender and little

Crude and bent

There was silence when I met you

Silence when you left.

What time does not wither

And age cannot decay,

Is your beauty made in silence

What words cannot say.