As Summer Ends
He holds her hand
As they sit in the sand
Talking of a future they’ll never have.
Wishful thinking
Endless dreaming
Summer’s near an end.
And as it passes
Dreams slip away like molasses
Leaving all he wished would be
Now she’s gone
And he’s all alone
What happened to that summer
Where dreams seemed so real
Things tend to change
No matter how you wish they remain the same
But he can’t help thinking
Of the girl that left him dreaming.
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