It was in spring
She was the thing
I’d never seen before
We had a date
She fogged my pate
In May of 84
I do not know
Why that day
I murmured foolish froth
I thought
She’d never slip away
In May of 84
Having been gone
By wings of time
She left me
At a loss
I still remember greatest fun
In May of 84
Since then more women
Crossed my way
Who bears their cross?
But femme fatale
Was once that day
In May of 84...
In May of 84
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