Sssh, they`re listening

SSSH, THEY`RE LISTENING

I feel the world is listening to my thoughts.

I think all of creation knows my mind.

Even the Sun smiles down at me,

and her name echoes in the wind.

All those cosy years I used to know

now nothing but a memory.

No more chestnuts roasting by the fire.

An end to lazy strolls along the beach.

Fine loving words that were meant to last forever

now seem bever to have been said.

words by j.s herscovitch

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27-6-01