Easy days are coming
One by one they show
In their hours of fathoming
Now in winter white snow
Like golden glow on the road
Every day is on falling
With leaves of autumn load
As new ways are calling
Pretty dresses on white
Every moment in this dark
Where gleam of misty light
From the moon shall spark
Rising day on a Sunday
Falling hours to my dream
That comes here in fainted way
And in unreality some seem
Wintry blow thru the mist
My song is still singing
With its complicated twist
That my thought is bringing
Who did care about my sorrow?
When the days wear abyss
Now they turn on to tomorrow
And I still have all this
Pretty dresses on white
Every moment in this dark
Where gleam of misty light
From the moon shall spark
And the stars are still falling
Thru the endless of time
As futures are out there calling
Like bells in breezy chime
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