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lyrics
A little note scrawled in my book adorns the title page; a gift thought out for me that Grandfather gave. Moldy stains can’t completely mask a love played out from the first page to the last; a sullen reminder.
The power of the tongue penned courses to my head and recreates your stone fence in your back yard. A world away we trekked down mountains to the beach, where we laughed ‘til the sun came down on you and me.
So hard to see you now with your eyes burned out, you can’t make it up the stairs. The light, the sound, the heat it wanes. In your day, I bet you were like James Dean. Smoke a cigarette and watch me sew a funny thing – a memorial before you leave.
Mom would say we cursed too much in the store by the lake where the fishing boats docked. The schooners set my eyes and sailed. A sky so pink, it’s not hard to remember. So, please remember.