It was a pretty cool day for the middle of August.
Crowd making way like a sea we were parting.
As you pulled me through you still wouldn't answer why.
Your sad sad mind, it kept on darting, my darling,
To and Fro
I haven't figured it out, but I think that I'm learning.
Passing thoughts through the air like a bush we were burning.
You pointed at me and gently tugged my tie.
You said it was not for me to question why.
Your smokey ghost eyes, they kept on darting, my darling,
To and Fro

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