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YESTERDAY, NOW AND lATER
I lived on Paisley Road.
It could have been your road.
I lived in a brown and white house. It could have been your house. So Let's go in.
Look at the walls.
Do you see the fingerprints? They're mine and they're yours. Oh! Don't erase them.
I'm still that little girl, Sometimes. Aren 1t you? Sometimes when we want
To remember our first lessons
On hating and loving and
All that is between.
So, please, le ave them?
If you look out the window
Y ou can see footsteps. It
Rained yesterday but I made new ones. Let's follow them. Don't be afraid. They're yours, too.
They lead down Paisley Road to
The blazing skies and warm sands
To the soft eyes and young hands
Of our lives.
They lead to tomorrow.
You say you want to stop here?
But someday
Warm sands turn cold and
Young hands grow old.
We cannot stop here.
Castles which were only houses, Lovers who were only husbands, Kings who were only children and You only left with
did I? . . . . was he? . .. .
where will I? . must I ...
. . . die??
M.H.
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