Elinore

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"Not Now" [pantoum]

Not now, my dear. Don't say goodbye.
So summer's here; short-lived, the nights
Pretend that they will never die,
But each the last's epitaph writes.

So summer's here; short-lived, the nights
Fly towards the morning when you go.
But each the last's epitaph writes
And I shall too, for I follow.

Fly towards the morning when you go
Out somewhere in the atmosphere,
And I shall too, for I follow
With heart, but lost, must remain here.

Out somewhere in the atmosphere
Our moments slip away, but we
With heart, but lost, must remain here.
My blood aerobic quotes my plea…

Our moments slip away, but we
Pretend that they will never die;
My blood aerobic quotes my plea:
Not now, my dear. Don't say goodbye.