We never had enough time
to romp and stomp and chyme
through fields and glades
like jolly little milk maids
but we still got lost in the by and by.
We waded through the sky
and chanced upon our first lie.
That we would live forever
that we could grow old together
but it will never be better than now.
But those were the days
When we lived in a happy haze.
Life was a dream
A melancholy scheme
to send us to the depths of sadness
to the depths of cold
where we will truly grow old
alone but bold
for truly we lived a life of gold.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
We never had enough time
to romp and stomp and chyme
through fields and glades
like jolly little milk maids
but we still got lost in the by and by.
We waded through the sky
and chanced upon our first lie.
That we would live forever
that we could grow old together
but it will never be better than now.
But those were the days
When we lived in a happy haze.
Life was a dream
A melancholy scheme
to send us to the depths of sadness
to the depths of cold
where we will truly grow old
alone but bold
for truly we lived a life of gold.
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