Every day has its reaching
Into thoughts that were lost
Finding ways again reaching
Like dice that were tossed
Give me time for every gone hour
That shall never be coming back
Like last summer's flower
That lie now in deep earth black
Feeling only the rain shower
Give me something I wasn't afraid of
And newer tried to know before
Like the blue stretching sky above
That has something for ever more
You and I could make things
Happen like they were in the past
Every attachments be like strings
With our thoughts that could last
Every day has its reaching
Into thoughts that were lost
Finding ways again reaching
Like dice that were tossed
Give me time for every gone hour
That shall never be coming back
Like last summer's flower
That lie now in deep earth black
Feeling only the rain shower
Give me something I wasn't afraid of
And newer tried to know before
Like the blue stretching sky above
That has something for ever more
You and I could make things
Happen like they were in the past
Every attachments be like strings
With our thoughts that could last
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