I remember when you were a little boy
You would rise up early on a Sunday morning
And go for a swim
I do not know how to swim
The boys would come by the house to get you
And your father would walk you all to the banks of the (?)
My father was never faithful to us
He would give you boys careful
instructions and telling you just how far to swim out
And he certainly never instructed
And now...
Look across there, in the distance
All those beautiful trees cut down for a foolish tower
I do not think there were ever trees there
Oh, how I loved the view from here
Changing...
I'm quite certain that was an open field
It keeps changing
I used to play there as a child
I see towers
Where there were trees
All the stillness
The solitude
Georgie
Sundays
Disappearing
All the time
When things were beautiful...
All things are beautiful, Mother
All trees, all towers
Beautiful
That tower-
Beautiful, Mother
A perfect tree
Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother
Pretty is what changes
What the eye arranges
Is what is beautiful
Fading
I'm changing
You're changing
It keeps fading...
I'll draw us now before we fade
Mother
It keeps melting
Before our eyes
You watch
While I revise the world
Changing
As we sit here
Quick, draw it all
Georgie...
Sundays-
Disappearing
As we look
Look! Look!
You make it beautiful
Oh, Georgie, how I long for the old view

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