Tender Are the Memories of Summer
Tender are the memories of summer
Wilting in the sun
Nothing abates my inward hunger
For battles never won
Tender are the dreams of summer
Tender as our tears
That stain the heart and still linger
Like love through the years
When you were Dothnie, and we
Were innocent and young
We walked away so hurriedly
To yearn the unclimbed rung
O tender is the memory of your silence
And tender my pretense
And all their seeds are agonies
And all our dreams are old ironies
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