A/N: I've started reverting back to my angsty poetry… This takes place after Roxas leaves Axel in The World that Never Was near the end of Days.
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Break down the sound
Let it drift to the ground
When it rises and floats
Pick it apart note by note
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No music should sing in this air
All these cold streets are bare
As I pace them alone
I wish that I could go home
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Pat out a rhythm with my feet
Frozen raindrops drip to the beat
Wind blows a flute through my coat
And thunder pounds piano notes
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I can't tear down the sky
Or freeze the drops in my eyes
Stay warm when the wind blows
Or silence these deafening echoes
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Our laughs were pure like the bells
Or so my memories tell
The three of us were a song
When our melodies played along
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But there are no bells now
I'm all alone with the sound
Of piano and flute overhead
And this rising feeling of dread
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That I won't see them again
If this song fades to the end
But I can't turn around
Return and memorize the sound
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Piece together these notes
Let them rise up and float
Echo back to the moon
And we'll meet again soon –
Where the melodies meet this setting afternoon.