Tumble

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  • Happiness

    Tumble

    In a stream
    In a dream
    In a beam of moonlight

    In the sky
    Up so high
    Close your eyes and hope we die

    On a leaf
    We must be breif
    And kiss our last goodbye

    Down a well
    The lovers fell
    And thanked the night. We fly

    Canopy, Canopy
    Give me shade
    Canopy, Canopy
    Memories fade

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

    Ancientrain’s Poems (5)

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