But how true it is
Bitterly
True
That you will not be Queen forever
You will fall
I may fall too
Perhaps you will renounce
Humbly
How true it is
That each of us may bask for a while
In dreams
Of milk
Silk
Colours rich
Embroidered day to day
Oh whisper of silence that drew us away
Take us home
This hum of quiet
Home
Even though I will lose you in a thread of time
Sewn through space
Your pull
Away
My only signal
Home
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