Looking For Galatea
On a weekend afternoon
never thought I'd hear from you.
As you slip along the edge
of a society that I once knew.
Headed to Auderebro.
I looked in the morning door
a smiling face like it was before
Her voice floating in the air
daylight in her golden hair.
Looking for Galatea.
I came down to the village green
near a grove of mystery.
Her kind voice by a camp fire flame
that's when I heard her call my name.
Headed to Auderebro.
All these years later on a high degree
I see I must have found the key.
I saw her picture yesterday
She's still smiling down at me.
Looking for Galatea.
On a weekend afternoon
never thought I'd hear from you.
As you sneak along the edge
the border line that I once knew.
Headed to Auderebro.
Looking for Galatea.
Headed to Auderebro.
Looking for Galatea.
-Will Dockery (July 9 2024)
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(Moved from a vandalized troll thread, original text restored.)
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