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| LYRIC It was Summer On the lake hung a golden haze It was Summer It was one of those endless days so we talked through a field of clover and over a sheepspun hill and it seemed it would last forever and it did until.. came the evening we swung on a garden gate it was heaven you were seven and I was eight and we watched the stars suspended walking home down an apple lane me and rosie a doll.. a daisychain.. on an evening that would never come again Spike Milligan |
My thanks to Dave Haith.
| Believe it or not but it would seem that this is the first time this poem has appeared on a website! Somebody in an Internet group wrote: "It was printed in a newspaper as part of the funeral service of Linda McCartney and was read out by David Bailey. It's the one and only time I have seen it in print, and although I have Googled, etc on Internet, cant find a thing about it " |
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