tangerine
 

measuring a summer's day,

i only finds it slips away to grey,

the hours, they bring me pain.



tangerine, tangerine,

living reflection from a dream

i was her love, she was my queen,

and now a thousand years between.



thinking how it used to be,

does she still remember times like these

to think of us again?

and i do.



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