The way is dark
the road is long
she brings me back
on the wings of a song
to fields and streams
echoes of hills
grass on the meadow
such dignified thrills
all night without sleep
long days on the shore
to lie beside you
as you sweetly snore
you left with your name
I'm filled with sorrow
summer's not the same
will I see you tomorrow?
You said, "Call me
when you're more mature"
you know some habits
are hard to cure.
(For Rebekah)
'91 Summer (Habit Forming, Pt. III)
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