"And with the morn those angel faces smile.. Which I have loved long since and lost awhile."

And now I think I have lost touch.

And now I think I haven’t seen much.

I looked for you everywhere

Have I lost you? I haven’t got a clue.

Are you still around the corner?

Oh! How that time flew.

The dark blanket covers my sky.

I stand there and gaze at the moon in sight.

The time did fly, and the night passed by,

I couldn’t get enough but couldn’t really go out and fight.

I walked through the lane,

I saw them sitting on our bench.

I wanted to tell them it was mine.

But I couldn’t; it wasn’t ours and neither was the time.

Time is the thief, notoriously oblivious to the apprehensions it carries,

I laughed and cried, and lived amongst the fairies.

But where is that place where the nun buried;

Buried, her passions, that love and those sweet cherries?

And now I think I have lost touch.

And now I think I haven’t seen much.

(quote by Newman.)