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  October's Child



I love the spray of morning upon the wings of time
dashing to and fro, in my checkered red table cloth
Splotched with cherries and sparkling red wine,
it matches my style, this checkered red table cloth
If you see me floating by on a golden lily pad,
you'll know that it's the place I wanna be
The whispering of the leaves take away the sad,
as I float by, so know, it's the place I wanna be
I'll find an old tree trunk and carve us a picnic table
where gypsies light lanterns and hang out to play
It's true you know, it's not just a dusty old fable
You'll find me here, where I hang out to play
Come stand in my thought-fields and wave with me
No one needs to know there's really nothing here
Now close your weary eyes so that you may see,
although there's really nothing here
Les ailes de temps

August 25, 2011.


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