don't you ever think that
there isn't anything I would change
nothing I would take back
when my dreams come
they are still of sand and sea
the footsteps we left
on a smooth, moonlit beach
don’t you worry 'bout me baby
I'll get by somehow
but the music isn't the same
once the dance is done
the clouds moved by
the breeze
the sun still shines
the moon rises high
I still think of you
and tiles from a game
sometimes wondering
if
you ever think of me
don’t you worry 'bout me baby
I'll get by somehow
but the music isn't the same
once the dance is done
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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