To whom it may concern
I leave my life to you
And seeing no-one else with you
I leave my sorrows too
That you may weep and laugh and scorn
When anxious words are left unborn
Go through the thicket to the thorn
To whom it may concern
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And in the way of wanting
I need the way you lie
To make the perfect stories
For dreamers such as I
Then I can walk among the crowd
And say what must be said aloud
And write my name so big and proud
For whom it may concern
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Go sifting through the leaves
At the edge of an Autumn day
And try to find the golden leaf
The wind has blown away
For you who wait behind the light
Will dream until the always night
And dwindle off beyond the sight
Of who it may concern