She Sleeps

When I seen those eyes, 3 years and a bit;
but could I not fall into.

It could have been far, and so it was;
still they glisten as mine might.

Be it spring or summer, as it occurs who cares;
yet I’ll still be there if you differ, well

memories have passed, yet still they come;
amongst the crowds they might happen.

I can hear the music, still she shines;
Can I ever alter the clocks?


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