Afternoon dreams
They are coming and going
Oblivion river streams
To forget-me flowing
Maybe it’s all a dream
That we really know
So much in between seem
Like a morning glow
Dreams that can‘t follow
Where we are leaving
All so much hollow
In all their deceiving
Yesterdays won’t be back
They are all gone
Onto their lost sidewalk
That carried them on
Love songs of life
Daydreams of yarning
On and on to strife
In their ways of learning
Nothing is everlasting
In the days that come
Always again recasting
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