The tired ole day

Still

We can see

Across the dry prairie to the dream hills

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And the song that is sung by the river

That river that flows down
Past

The ancient ruins of the

Temple of Isis

The ruins we went to when we were children
Remember !

Remember when we tried to carve our initials
Into
A tree


And the point of the pen knife broke!

And we ran off afraid!

And we came back later to apologize

And somehow the tree told us

It was alright !

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The whole lazy day must come awake

And all of us must
Enter the dream

The one drifting down

From those high hills