US/1963
We waltzed barefoot through damp evening grass
slipping in and out of twilight's dim glow.
We sat on a hill in a clear country night
with a life time of dark valleys below.
We dreamed of our future, whenever it would be,
the days, we thought, went too slow,
as we danced our sweet summer time away
with Dion on the radio.
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