words, sounds, images by Thomas David Fosburr
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when it clouds over like Venus in a mood that just won't pass
and she looks and she says it's over boy, you and me
and you know we could have made it last
well there in the gloom I will see
I will see
well there in the gloom
I will see I will see
and when I'm about a thousand, a lonely spirit of a fool
well you know what they say about the fish in the sea?
that will no, that will no longer be true
well there upon our doom we will see
we will see
well there upon our doom
we will see we will see
I know you remember the time
one summer of hope
all those solar revolutions ago
I'm from the generation wasted
sun's running on fumes
if I could see a day like the one you knew
see a day like the one you knew
if I could
see a day like the one you knew
see a
see a
see a
see a
see a
see a day like the one you knew
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