...the last of the summer moons breezing about the nite...and we see from mountains and tops of trees, from seas and big lights and cities...and if the clouds conceal then with our smiles we can feel...because there is always light in laughter...the eyes speak in disguise...autumn chases leaves away but the giggles of the summer can stay...sleeping between nites and sleeping between days...
please pass the butter, thank you
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[Edited on Sep 17, 2003]