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To Float Amongst Gone Halo's
The double decker bus
is pulling away
the first few notes
on the piano
start to play .
Waving hands
say their goodbye's
unable to understand
the 3 year old
did cry .
A dream from long ago
it's reason
i'll never know
a summer season
yellow bricks
a jubillee allegion
now just a mist .
Night time would fall
a street light
sillhouette on my wall
I can't forget
because I recall
every evening we met
for a tuck in
and goodnight call .
Memories
and dreams
what I know
not how it seems
I could float
and see gone halo's
remember the note's
in my dreams piano's
but I tell you I know
they were real
those shadow's
all those years ago
I never knew of it's
sadness.
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