Send me the song that you sing when you think of Summer,
Tell me how is Youth when it’s there, tell me how you know.
And you’ll sit crosslegged, you’ll hide your face while you play,
You’ll say how it was, and I’ll tell you how it is, late youth,
That you’re young and you’ll bloom, that I am old and I’ll pass.
I’ll tell you it was too much, the journey and the place, I’ll say
How it was – breath into breath, how it is – past and new.
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