The Beautiful Ruins

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She's not who she used to be 
And no more will I see 
The new light shining in her eyes 
The mist before her rise, 
Of all the doors she holds the key, 
Oh the one she's closin'; 
Of all the people she could wish to be, 
Oh the one she's chosen. 

She's not who she used to be 
And it's not up to me 
To stay her standing on the stair 
With sunlight in her hair, 
0h you know that it's so funny 
The changes that time manifests, 
But I would've bet you money 
That she was different from the rest. 

     So let's just stare at the beautiful ruins 
     And the broken pieces of long ago; 
     And if I stay here with the ghosts of evening 
     This time I'll learn the things I already know. 

Because spring turns to summertime 
Do the flowers have to fade, 
To see that dream so rare a find 
Changing hands for a masquerade. 

She's not who she used to be 
She's flown so far from me, 
And left the sweetest worlds at my command 
To crumble into sand. 
0h how she turned me inside out, 
How she cut me through and through; 
I saw her on the roundabout, 
I looked three times before I knew. 

     So let's just stare at the beautiful ruins 
     And the broken pieces of long ago; 
     And if I stay here with the ghosts of evening 
     This time I'll learn the things I already know.

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