#14 – Gold


Clementine knows
I think she knows
that I think she’s gold

When we were young,
Things were different.
And still she wishes to be

Like the delicate flowers
she was. Even though,
All things must have it’s season.

She tells me that sometimes,
She forgets the harder things,
So I call her heaven in my bed.

In my sweet dreams
We shared in our youth
I think I was called ‘Lucky Cody’.

When together for supper
I am just humble miner
And she was my darling,

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