I honestly thought you were glowing,
but memories tell pretty lies;
with dazzling and brilliant radiance,
that dances in the eyelids of the blind.
Out of fresh fallen leaves and sand
mansions and castles had risen,
on the horizon, in the sky, over yonder
standing in magnificence and finished.
Acid permeated the structures
As gray swept out through the land
Retrospection turned everything sober
Then ice froze everything over.
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