The twins are setting and as they do I feel that familiar odd goodbye every time I see them

The man and his dog went over the hill so fast I couldn’t keep hold of them long enough to realise what month it is

And what month is it indeed

Drawing old pictures in the sky in hopes of

Finding a familiar face

Fifteen or so feels just right

The others acquaintances

Those I can’t see strangers

And then I wish that every person I could see could be

As familiar as a star

If I just knew that by looking at them I could get to know them better

Well then my friends wouldn’t be stars

They may be people

They may be people

Maybe

Just the word

Goodnight silent Gemini, you’ve been beautiful

The places you’ve been

The places you’ll go

I’ve returned to the boys of the summer

I’m gone

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