Chelsea
I have walked these lilac meadows once before in a dream
As seasons were sewn together with fluff and golden seams
That sun so bright, hanging high like a celestial clock
As children did play and wooden chairs so rocked
Those summer nights i fear are escaping from me
But i am safe and warm in those august memories
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Summer Memories Collection
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