Tuesday,
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Half way to where we were going We stopped in the early evening mist to count the stars I wished upon a falling one You wished upon me The sky shifted I lost you and you became lost Now every night I look at the sky trying to remember the pattern the stars were in when I counted on them to be you So long ago Now out of reach. |
(c) Terrell Neuage (Adsit pre-August-1981) ~ New
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