the windmills

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Keys that jingle in your pocket,
Words that jangle your head.
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walking along the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand.
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song,
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair.

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