Weird Divide - text

Several days a month you made
The mile to my house
And had me do a stroll with you

Far below a furry moon
Our purposes crossed
The weird divide
Between our kinds

The silver leaves of ailing trees
Took flights as we passed so long ago
But a short time i know

It pleases me this memory
Has swollen up with age
Even time can do
Good things to you

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