I love to sing those summer thoughts
That sometimes comes to me
Of on goings and all its whereabouts
That comes often so easily
The roads with their inner memories
That we sometimes have lost
Though still are growing as green trees
From yesterdays we did trust
I love to sing my heartfelt song
Of everything of old bygone
That is from those moments I long
And carry the echoes of beats on
Yesterdays those were tomorrows
In the past of their very beginning
When times went through its borrows
In the days of their old singing
I love to linger there still on
Blown away by their wandering clouds
So much of silences in time’s neuron
Gone away like going crowds
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