The friends who met at 19 Gale Peep

Fast fading melodies
heroes of song,
inside the door of 19-gale peep.

The leaves that led to crickets wood,
where our mad moon faced creature still sleeps.
So quiet the measureless expanse of time,
now that door of dreams bluebells hide.

Oh what I’d give to once more
wake in that world,
and live in that magic inside.

Make me an Angel cake;
make me a fool,
that cares not for the taste of this living.

Do aging children get one last chance;
to escape from this worlds tangled rigging?

Sometimes I can’t bare the weight
of these memories,
burning tears fall at my feet.
Where are the friends
that took eager steps
to the door of 19- Gale Peep?

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