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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