We were swaying on our feet and holding hands yesterday

my head against your chin

you looked so happy, she said, you really did
then our coffee came and she stirred hers up
started talking about her hair

i am wondering how long it will last
you know, the lightning inside
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an early sinking sun caught my eye
cherry red and fading

i set my wishes on a rippling December river washing away
things have stopped making sense to me

a new year and a fresh chance to dream
and i will