Lost in a summer dream
With the morning sky so open
Everything isn't what it might seem
And sometimes only half spoken
Love is young for its while
Giving every dream going by
Within its paces and beguile
Like the wide open blue sky
Yesterdays they drift till gone
Like the reams of each our long
And everything is always done
Like any given little song
Lost smiles in the old days
Those like clouds have passed
In the rims of the hour's plays
Our dreams denied and lost
Wonderful feelings we once had
From the inside goings on
Like tones of a pecking triad
From where a song's drawn
Lost in a tomorrow's deem
With every sun rising lopin'
Everything isn't what it might seem
When again to veracity woken
Monday, August 4, 2008
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