everything seem to be damp, wet and cold
there are many young faces in the crowd
but everybody appears to be old.
the clowns are tumbling and the children play
yet nobody seem to have any kind of clues as
to what the faces of clocks may say.
leaves have fallen covering the ground in gold
even birds have become extra silent listening
for signs of winter and it's bitter cold.
everything disappears by the ends of each day
because darkness changes everything as time
slowly slips away.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
everything seem to be damp, wet and cold
there are many young faces in the crowd
but everybody appears to be old.
the clowns are tumbling and the children play
yet nobody seem to have any kind of clues as
to what the faces of clocks may say.
leaves have fallen covering the ground in gold
even birds have become extra silent listening
for signs of winter and it's bitter cold.
everything disappears by the ends of each day
because darkness changes everything as time
slowly slips away.
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