One September Day With You
The field of flower blue no longer tints the valley with a hue.
Spent and gone to seed the fields not of a youthful green.
The wind ripping through the mind selecting memories
that cross the time. The embrace of silence
left replaced with a song of joy
that could be traced to
the days laughter rid
the autumn dew.
The field of flower blue no longer tints the valley with a hue.
Spent and gone to seed the fields not of a youthful green.
The wind ripping through the mind selecting memories
that cross the time. The embrace of silence
left replaced with a song of joy
that could be traced to
the days laughter rid
the autumn dew.
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