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Streets of Glass

August 22, 2012
By silviag GOLD, Dublin, Ohio
silviag GOLD, Dublin, Ohio
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If I could walk on streets of glass
And mem'ry lay below me
The days that come, the days that pass
Would drift there, clearly, slowly
I'd look right through to skies of blue
That floated o'er my summers
And feel again those fears of youth,
Of darkness and of thunder
I'd jump a little harder, higher
'Til that sky I shattered
And fall right through, 'til all was new
And only pleasure mattered
Into a day where all the world
Again lay out before me,
And time so far away would swirl
That age would ne'er come for me



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