Summer Dreams
Summer days
When old age plays a game
You listen to the familiar sound
You look at the forgotten memories
The youth of yesterday
Everything has changed
The fling on summer days
It is in recorded history
Now you walk to the bench
Explore your memories of yesterday
Time seems never change
You hear the echo of the heartbeats
You look far ahead
The echo of summer dreams
How did it go wrong?
Ah the youth of carelessness!
The night sky of colors
It brings you back to the summer
The opportunities just gone
You have no regrets waving goodbye
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