Were leaves to fall Mars to Earth
As seasons come from beyond our reach
Can leaves fall more distant
than young hearts in love fall to pieces ?
I knew a boy who thought he knew a girl
Hand in hand they walked streets
Neither he nor she knowing the paths walked
were laid ancestral .
Ode to paths which lead back from whence we came
Put on seashell lobes to hear the undercurrent concerts
Look up to see night's magic, that the stars we think we see
may long ago have disappeared
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