Wednesday, December 16, 2015

The Lake

We have always enjoyed the time there When we could find it
all that fog Underneath We saw the lake It was love of course
At first sight Just by taking one look even feeling alone

The lake found us, Found our follies the scuttling clouds
Hanging just above it Above the lake We were up so high
looking for that accomplishment forever finding the lake

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