Sailing
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Peter S. Quinn
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You have sailed your boat
to lost time,
beyond your dreams
beyond times prime...
All is in life's hour
like a dream going on,
a blossoming wild flower
that withers when gone.
Oh darling my lost one
wherever you are,
to me you are never gone
you are like a morning star.
The new summer coming
the day that goes on till dark,
all wild flowers blooming
each color and their spark
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