thinking of something good
but no one will stop talking
off with the bell
and know I like walking
down to the store
right through the park
into the sea
blue and dark
out of the cold
inside a warm breeze
traveling slowly
kiss me please
lift my hand
up to the sky
touch the moon
tell me why
the dark is dark
and the light is light
why i didn't know
you were right
now morning's come
again and again
one, two, three
and then ten
the days slip through
underneath a maze
up and down
classes and trays
they promised it
was only a phase
now morning's come
kiss me please
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