Seeing Through the Dust

I know what I have to do
The path is clear before me
Without you and you and you
I will go on
Baby  see me gone
In such a haze
Of morning  song
See heaven falling down
Around  an autumn toil
A  foil of green and gold 
Hope  grows
Keen  as spring
On  my floor
Such  a morning fling
Trip on trip on
Pack  bumping
Nothing obligates
Me  now, I can sing again
Think of home
Go  on alone
Unafraid of the fey
Cut of fate's whims
Baby  see me gone
See me  long gone
And  far flung.
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