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 once upon a time

Rains pouring down outside, I’m sitting
Here by the fireside. Crackling of logs lets me 
see, that among the smoke, faces are appearing, of
Old time friends falling like ash amid the flames.
I sit here recalling all my yesterday dreams.
Rivers of memories rise and flow inside me, ain’t talking
no one to hear what I’m saying. Just sitting reflecting on the 
old may have been. Not talking, but listening to voices,
yearning for the touch of love again. I’m burning, from the heat
of yesterdays passionate memories. Hours slip past, all I hear
is the rain and the wind soughing in my mind. Sitting here
listening, to the logs crackling in the fireside, so much, so little time.
I know I’ll soon be walking with lilyana by my side.
Rain won’t be poring down outside, or the sound of wind
soughing in my mind. I’ll be walking and talking by the seaside.
Back down under where I belong in Sydney town.
In the meantime I’m sitting here by my fireside listening
to the rain pouring down outside.

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