They sure glide by
Like good years,
The sweet days of
Our springful love,
And too, the nights
When we burn with
Stars in our hearts.
Sweet love of ours,
Someday it dies, and
Before autumn leaves
These hands of ours
Are clasped just tight,
And our souls crunch
Like life by the road
Beneath the rolling sun:
We are who we are.
#ts #ssn
Like good years,
The sweet days of
Our springful love,
And too, the nights
When we burn with
Stars in our hearts.
Sweet love of ours,
Someday it dies, and
Before autumn leaves
These hands of ours
Are clasped just tight,
And our souls crunch
Like life by the road
Beneath the rolling sun:
We are who we are.
#ts #ssn
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