It seems wherever I go
poeple come into my life or out of it
then leaving me only a memory
like the Gossamer tales of children
easily forgotten
and I wasn't through knowing them
How do I know when I'm seeing you
for the last time?
How do you halt your life
to gather and keep those around you
that you've known?
And how do you keep fairy tales
from losing thier magic?
So come,
Brush against the walls of my life
and stay enough for us to know each other
even though we'll have to part sometime
and we both know the longer you stay
the more I'll want you back>
When you are gone.
But come anyway,
For fair tales are the happiest stories we read
and good books and poeple
are made of little chapters.
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