We spent our days
sleeping in the summers haze
and years being together.
No shoes, no worry
and no need to hurry.
The time was on our side.
In the bright morning sun,
through sprinklers we'd run
and eat honeydew in the shade.
But now in fruitless meadows we cry,
fearing that those lovely memories die,
but you and I shall remain alive.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
We spent our days
sleeping in the summers haze
and years being together.
No shoes, no worry
and no need to hurry.
The time was on our side.
In the bright morning sun,
through sprinklers we'd run
and eat honeydew in the shade.
But now in fruitless meadows we cry,
fearing that those lovely memories die,
but you and I shall remain alive.
Obviously I wasn't alive in 1975, but whatever...
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