ALL OUR YESTERDAYS

Through the trees, the sunlight's streaming
The leaves of light are falling down on me
For softly and I close my eyes...
I know there is a treasure hear in this place
It was left here long ago, or only last night...
Now in the morning... our yesterdays... are muted yearning
The haze has softened every future fear
For all our yesterdays are near

(Allan Holdsworth & Rowanne Mark)

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