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The idyllic scene and smiling glances,
and trivial words on the breeze,

Searching eyes envying emotion,
and smoke drawn in the lung,

But where was that,
and what was that,
and was it all a dream,

The tinkle of ice-cold coffee cups,
the touch of soft, smooth skin,
the instant of togetherness!
and again the world revolved,

But what was that,
and why was that,
and is it all too late?

Auth. Stephen Lewis.