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Measuring a summer's
day, I only find it slips away to grey,
the hours, they bring
me pain.
Tangerine, Tangerine,
Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love, she
was my queen, And now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used
to be, Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?
And I do.