Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Gone

It seems like such a blessed dream
The time I’ve had to spend with you
Now life returns to common themes
The sky appears a bit less blue
The grass is a little more brown
When ‘twas green while you were here
But I shan’t deign to wear a frown
Though I miss you so much, my dear
For tomorrow brings a new dawn
Shining over both you and I
When all our fears have come and gone
And we’re together ‘neath the bluest sky

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