It brings back a thought or two
Of another time’s history.
Twilight tells what was
So very long ago,
All we have to do is listen
And then we will know,
Of a time that used to be
Of a time that used to glow.
Of a time that practically spoke the words
“Live me, love me, I am here.”
So as I sit and ponder
In a twilight oh, so dear,
I hear the story of long ago
And watch with wondering eye,
“Will it ever be the same again,
Or will the past just slowly die?”
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