We sit and watch umbrellas fly, I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry
I hear myself say,
"My boat's leaving now"
...so we shake hands and cry
Now I must wave goodbye, wave goodbye....
You know I don't want to cry again..
I'll never see your face again..., I don't want to cry again...
We leave to their goodbyes, I've come to depend on the look in their eyes..
My blood's sweet for pain, The wind and the rain brings back words of a song
And they say wave goodbye, wave goodbye...
...so I read to myself
A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons on the front page
A black and white picture of manhattan skyline
*by KoC*
my 681 days across the island & 559 days nest on the trees
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