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Lyrics
Seeking your smile,
In the times ahead;
It's been quite a while,
And many words said.
There's a summertime,
With imagined odes;
Sounding carillon chime,
In all shorts of modes.
And also soft voices,
Of all the days before;
That the time abolishes,
In a new metaphor.
Seeking your smile,
Like a touch of time;
In the passing aisle,
After its forgone prime.
There's an autumn,
In everyone's song;
And so it's ad-infinitum,
As we go with it along.
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Peter S. Quinn
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