Years and years and years
Pass away,
Fly away,
Slide away
I have no fingers on my hands,
Otherwise I would be able to catch hold of
Lingering strands as the rope of
Time slips past
Seasons and seasons and seasons
Turn away,
Spin away,
Die away
It was still Summer just yesterday,
But today the ground has been draped in white,
And I've been thinking of gingerbread houses
And what I will give this Christmas to represent my heart
Hours and hours and hours
Gallop away,
Run away,
Hide away
They leave me standing here,
My head in a whirl from the lingering traces of memory
From faded years ago
And bright, fresh yesterday
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