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Company

Company Where are you going, where have you been? My dear, close, and quiet friend, As we sit in the soft springtime Saturday's end Taking comfort in each other once again. Tell me your stories and I'll tell you mine; And so we will pass a few hours time With the quaint and the comic and even sublime - Silently searching for that elusive sign. We'll fashion the future and polish the past, Allowing the memories to amass; While the grains of sand slip through the glass 'Til a tranquil lull pervades at last. Conversation fades with the eve's golden light, We cannot go on, try though we might; So you gather me an embrace so tight, And we wistfully, longingly say goodnight.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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