at the green market a sun washed bench speaks of thoughts and memories
this is a gathering time
yellow haired girl with a guitar sings fly me to the moon
sound of her fingers on the frets keeps time with my heart
the moon was once a dream of mine
now I am earth bound
kept by a heart string
something caught in the grass sees me
flashes first blue
then green
I move my head the other way
red shines
I reach for the twinkle
gone
an illusion
it was always an illusion
I could never really fly to the moon
yellow haired girl sings
in other words hold my hand
in other words kiss me
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