12.06.06

My love, let us leave this city behind,
With our property and our memories,
Then drift ‘til our bodies are old, eyes blind.

We will roam each path that you are inclined,
if you begin to tire then I will lead.
My love, let us leave this city behind.

I will strum the chords, and you dear, can find
the words, and nights we will dance my beauty,
then drift ‘til our bodies are old, eyes blind.

You know, some will never value our kind—
the vagabonds and wayfaring gypsies.
My love, let us leave this city behind.

My beard will mature thick and tangled, lined
with pinecones, your black curls will twist in breeze
then drift ‘til our bodies are old, eyes blind.

Our limbs will blend like shadows undefined,
and our stride will swing in matching trapeze.
My love, let us leave this city behind,
then drift ‘til our bodies are old, eyes blind.

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