#6 – colonel bogey and friends


I hear whispers of when we’re loved
In the depths of distant memory
I wonder what it is that we may have lost
Lapsing into momentary reverie

I welcome daylight and
whatever songs the birds are singing
It’s natures way of lending me a hand
As I stumble awake absently thinking

Do you still whistle skippy’s tune
When you’re alone drinking tea
I don’t even know what i’m talking about
You probably don’t even remember me

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