A Memory Out Of Reach
someone used to know my name/
whispered it in my ear/
they live down a side street of Memory Lane/
all I know is they are not here./

and when contrails curve in the blue sky/
my eyes deceive my wishful mind/
and worlds spin brightly by/
leaving me far behind./

and wishes I'll make till my thoughts go cold/
the vivid dreams will stay the same.../
and long past when I'll be considered old/
I'll take the bus down Memory Lane./

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