On The Record
All that I am I gave away
For just to come and see
The ever-dying summer day
With sunlight through your tree
You’ve gone, but on the record
Your voice remains with me
It takes about split second
To change the time, to be
Back in the endless days
To see again your smile
You’re talking through November haze
I answer from July..
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