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Theirs a moment that Ive found,
beneath the trees where there is no sound.
Where the magpies play, as the day winds down.

Theirs a moment far away,
from prying eyes and those that choose to stay
grounded to there floors and walls.

Theirs a moment as I felt
you next to me on that bench.
As you walked away I never got a second thought.

Theirs a moment as the swan flies,
towards any water that can be found,
onto a pool where there is no sound.

Theirs a moment on a summers day,
under the sky and beyond the hay,
where we belong.

Theirs a moment unlocked for the most,
as I wandered like a ghost,
looking for my very soul.

Theirs a moment taken away.
It may never be found or found once again one day,
tomorrow only knows.

Theirs a moment on the grass
where there is no feet, alas,
no people there to taint.

Theirs a moment underneath the blue,
wheres theirs love and you.
And everything in one place.

Theirs a moment where I am to old and you to young,
where time has made love absurd.
And we are gone as the blackbird sung.

Theirs a moment, as you take off that mask.
For it was never made to really last.
It all comes round again.

Theirs a moment when there is an end
to romance and prose and pretense,
as it all comes round again.