Where do we go when it's over?
How do you trace our life in time?
When the snow comes in October
What do we leave behind?
Crying, loving, dancing, fighting
All of this time, all of this time
In your voice I feel it coming back to me
Like a shadow whisper in the night
Like a monument to all the time we spent
A minor symphony

I've been wanting to draw a piece for some close friendws who have had an impact on my life. So I finally got around to it.

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