Soft Parade Of Years Lyrics by Dion
I've lost myself in lips that taste of summer,
and left the tribes of children far behind;
now cities seem to open just like flowers
as I sit down to watch the clocks unwind.
This wanderlust no longer overtakes me
and each shadow on my pillow disappears,
so I watch the caravan of time go by
and listen for the soft parade of years.
The seasons move like wild rushing water.
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