What Became Known as the Early Years

This one I am not so sure of.

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The girl mouths the words to the song
In your mind, could you ever be really close to me?
They taste like salt

She watches the trees meet the sky and clouds
Yellow, green, forest, white
And she thinks herself rather sad
And finds herself rather alone

Just digging in the sand with her feet
Waiting for the cold to set in on her knuckles
Gives the old tire swing a rap and questions the wisdom
Of listening to a band named the Zombies

Martin

I am afraid that my little toe is disappearing
Off the face of the earth

I have
Pleaded with it to stay a while
On this foot of mine (Right foot)
For I have big plans for this foot, I tell it

High hopes, indeed.
Dreams of
Of ship building?
House painting?
Furniture making?
Language lessons?

Hold on, little toe

I will be an acrobat
And for that,
I will need you

I might make wine
I could not stomp grapes
With four toes

Today, I will be a scientist
And though I could go on in your absence
I will not want to, Little Toe

I will want to
Admire your relaxed state
In line with brother Toes
And,
My little phalange,
I will want to ask you to stay with me
And don't you ever leave

That might be my favorite.