5 o' clock and a fire escape symphony,. Spilling out across the road and the square,. And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me?. Do the parks, and trees, and the leaves, reach you, there
If I lost you now, would I cry, . And hang my head forlorn instead?. Would I greet each day in silence. And wipe each dear, each hopeless hope. Wordlessly away until I slip into shadows?. If I lo