'whilst he's taking me down, down the meadow field'
somewere along this final summers day,
I dream on, september ahead, instead
to never forget. Aggravated pain and some words
original sins, to begin at our end
where to we run to?
After dark?
hiding from the bright
and clear all doubt, no doubt
love, never there was
so far away, there isn't a return
from this hell you called heaven, not so long ago
remember, not so long ago
'don't judge the poet'
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