In fields and streets so empty
We played all summer long
Back when summer lasted for ages
And evenings went on and on
The games we played they never ended
For days they never grew tired
Meal times were merely a moment
To replenish energy that might of expired
Now the fields are all made of houses
Oh the summer seems barely a week
And the friends who played games that never ended
Are the ones that I miss and I seek.
Friday, 25 November 2011
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