Hot, thin summer air
lets them in one by one.
books, flowers, paintings
dancing around and stare
deep into my soul, no fun
no more, chase the ghosts
let them stay if they are
“on water”,  then I listen
again and again, nonstop
my heart fills with joy and I
listen breathless and yearn.
Those were the days my love
they’re gone, never to return…

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