Monday, September 12, 2005

SOMETHING FOR THE OLD FARTS

and now the purple dusk of twilight time
steals across the meadow of my heart.
high up in the sky, the little stars climb,
always reminding me that we're apart.
you wander down the lane and far away
leaving me a song that will not die..
ah, but that was long ago.
now my consulation is in the stardust of a song...

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