Carelessly through the night-time
I recollect the day flow
They are not
To spend another night
With you by my side
What will be
Insane, sitting in front of our windowpane
Watching the clock as
Lilypad
In a stream
You made your home by the tired Atlantic
Far
Off and on
Now that you're gone I don't feel so
Seniors, Juniors
Seniors, Juniors
Something tells me it's a joy to be
The light that played upon your face
Was soft and changing
I
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