Chris Curasi

Forecast






Fare thee well
My fair-weathered friend
I will watch you leave
As you walk through autumn
And cast any doubts aside
All will be forgiven
You will never see me in winter
For the snow falling anxiously
By the time spring has sprung
All will be forgotten
And immaculate colors will be rejuvinated
Where will I find you
My fine-weathered acquaintance?
I hope it is in July
In french conversation by the water
But the time will come to pass
Where summer will be the end of us
And all that time
I was walking in the rain
You could not have known

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