It was an autumn afternoon;
We drenched our selves in sun;
Had dispensation from our cares;
Enabled reveries to run.
You said there could be peace,
And wouldn't I agree.
I turned my head to face the blaze;
You sipped away your tea.
We were yearning to believe,
This calm were ever present.
We never would be harried,
Be spared of discontent.
When the breeze became a wind,
And clouds were passers-by,
I pulled my jacket tight;
I heard you curse the sky.
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