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SUNDAY SONG
Sunday always seems to be
The day my thoughts go flying free,
And times gone by return to me,
From yesterday.
A Sunday street's a bygone street
That echoes someone else's feet,
And other voices, soft and sweet,
From yesterday.
A Sunday bell's a timeless knell
That tolling has a tale to tell,
Reminding me when all was well,
From yesterday.
...Friday 21st October 2011 10:23 pm
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