hey, now, don't you go away.
we've still got plenty of time to play.
put away your fears, the spring is here,
and this time, i swear it's here to stay.
the morning star's coming over the hill.
nine in the morning and it's rising still.
once again we found love buried underground.
ask me to hold your hand and i swear i will.
1 comment:
poetry's strange. you never know who's being talked to.
this is a good one.
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