Misty Days
A fall from heaven and a slip of the tongue
a hope to remember and a song to be sung
always forever and not a moment to spare
for sorrows and kindness hung in the air
Through a broken haze, through a broken haze
no longer sunny but better than most days
can't recall a better time than that and the other
best not to remember and better yet not to bother
Only a tear drop or more can clear a foggy mind
plenty to go around, too few to be kind
Heavy like morning dew the kiss between me and you
better to forget them, passing them out of view
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