it isnt time thats passing by, it is you and i

remember long ago when we lay together in a pain of tenderness and counted our dreams; long summer afternoons when the whistling thrust released a deep sweet secret on the trembling air; blackbird on the wing; bird of the forest shadows, black rose in the long ago summer, this was your song; it isnt time thats passing by, it is you and i.

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