You, in your southern way.
You seemed to me like a star that had fallen far too far.
And the days we had are days that belong now, to the wind.
Sunday night and I, I thought to change my ways.
You and I my friend bound in stateless grace,
but the dust from the night before lay settled all around.
As I wander through the park thinking to myself,
my pity drives me to laughter as I wonder how and why,
the day has left its mark all the leaves fall from the trees.
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