I wrote this last summer...
When I met you there was a song
That chased me round all summer long
The song was sweet and also strong
But was its aim so vast
I once told you of a dream
A dream that held a pretty theme
They held us in such high esteem
But did I think too fast
Those days and nights were cool as rain
They washed away my every pain
They eased my fears and calmed my brain
But has that time gone past
A sunset sitting in a chair
I didn’t think we’d ever care
They’d hang forever in the air
But was I wrong at last
The year drew in, the autumn’s leaves
Blew softly down from all the trees
And you came down with your disease
But was I in the cast
I left a note where you might see
And know my tongue I won’t let free
So read my mind and you’ll know me
But is there such contrast
The brushstrokes on the faded wall
They stand almost a mile tall
The wilted hand tht paints them all
Shall tell us why at last
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