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At this park,

On this swing,

I have entered the sun,

Tempting my place,

But before the sun goes down,

I have time to take us in now.

 

Will you have the time to write me?

Am I ever in your thoughts?

This is pain, pleasure, frightening?

Lost without a cause.

 

Through these fields and my hands,

Tearing up your words – slowly fall,

I step away,

And forget you,

Only a child,

And you’ve taken away my love.

 

Will you have the time to write me?

Am I ever in your thoughts?

This is pain, pleasure, frightening,

Lost without a cause.

 

How dare you leave me,

I now have no future.

How dare you!

Understand, there’s only silence in spring.

 

Did you have the time to write me?

Was I ever in your thoughts?

Dan Jones

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