Cocoanut Groove
The Castle
On this bleary nighttwilight fades the flowers & the pinesA pale moon's on the rise& the lily pond lies still& mirrors a hazy opal skySeptember has arrivedSo we go for a walkThe houses in the streetare faded & pale like old photographs& we'll count the fading starsbut School Street's so stillit's almost unreallike the ways of a dreamCan't help but to feel like I've seen this film beforeA castle of sand, slipping through my hands, nothing moreCan't help but to feel like I've had this dream beforeA castle of sand, slipping through my hands, that's all
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