i turned a corner suddenly
the streetlight wasn't there
i listened as the summer breeze
spoke laughter in my ear
not knowing that the hours past
were full of empty toil
when winter winds come soon
the autumn fruit to spoil
year on year of working
a quest for wealth or fame
days not worth remembering
and they forgot my name
i looked in vain for glowing
to see the way to take
my path is not so clear
the choice is mine to make
the keys beneath my fingers
a lonesome song do sing
the words a melody
that means a different thing
i play alone in darkness
obscurity my friend
and sometimes hear the whisper
of how my story ends
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