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The Day the Music Died
When I hear that song,
I see you walkin'
on that beach
swaying to the
sound of the waves,
pony tail flowing down
blowin'in the wind.
We became children again,
building castles and palaces
with the sand,
snapping photos of each other,
and watching that flimsy contraption of
paper and string floating on the breeze.
Sometimes we hurt,
Sometimes we wept,
Oh Boy,
when we were together
the world could see
we were meant for each other.
When I think about that song.
I think about you.
I think about three stars falling
from the sky.
Strange
how a song
sounds like a memory.
like a recording
of a summer's day at the beach.
The day the music died,
Turn a different corner
we would never have met,
and faint hope would
never have soared.
That first sunset,
we spread a blanket,
unpacked a basket,
and laid back
for a picnic on the beach.
When I think about that song.
I think about you.
I think about three stars falling
from the sky.
Strange
how a song
sounds like a memory.
like a recording
of a summer's day at the beach.
The day the music died.
Sometime following that
sunset
in the still of the night
to angel of the morning
the silence of your
gestures and your smiles
attracted me
then
you said stay,
and it was complete.
Strange how a song
sounds like a memory.
like a recording
of a summer's day at the beach
The day the music died.
The day the music died.
