Wet Autumn Night From a Photograph #2

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The past is

curving the other way

And when you come around

On my map, there’s another route

When you’ve lost what you’ve found

I always wanted but I couldn’t have now

Covered it over with lies

If there’s a God, he’s got his head in the clouds

I’ll be under this sky

When you arrive

we’ll dance all over again