Times gone by
when I get a flash of it
I lost everything
to a stand still
each time I
cupped my jaw in cushy
with a profuse gaze at life
I can see you through all
each time I
give it back
it is always in full
may be you do not see it
I can give all again
if you understand my song
each time I
remember the laughter in it
I wait for that far away you
and the then gone you
I surmised the trouble
can be soluble
each time I crossed the way
of that buxom in sight
I run every cell in brain back
to yesterday's images...
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