Down the alley we will walk
Two old birds
Seeking out old haunts
Old memories that remind us
Of when we were young
Down the alley
Hand in hand
Looking into the bakers shelf
And sharing a pie
Smiling into the broken meal
And stealing looks over mouthfuls
Down the alley we we will remember
that time when passions ran hot
and our blood ran riot
when the flowers seemed especially talkative
on errands
Down the alley
nothing more to take our attention
just two old birds
seeking remembrance.
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