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This History

By Bruce Clifford

Taking to the sea
Wondering what will be
Not many ships around
Too many empty sounds

Seeing past the waves
Never knowing what to say
This journey all in time
The only engine I could find

I guess you donít know me the way you knew me
The way you held me in those distant memories
You canít know me or ever forget me
Thereís nothing left but this history
This history

Talking to the salt
Opening Pandoraís vault
A light glows orange, yellow and brown
Wearing the hidden bells only crown

I guess you donít know me the way you knew me
The way you held me in those distant memories
You canít know me or ever forget me
Thereís nothing left but this history
This history

This history of long ago
This history of long lost souls
This history of letting go
This history never to be told

©5/3/2017 Bruce Clifford


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