Retirement is like when you're late to a buffet
when all you're best friends are gone
and nothing good is left. And because others
they all went out to draw some fresh air
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Bluebird, why do you sing to me
Over the hill and veiled shadows
Like never before
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Moonlit chowder cooking on the stove
I don't need fish, clams,
Or corn, potatoes or onions.
Throw me just a starlit stone
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Fake tears in a dark wood dream
Of a seamless summer
And a warm, soft, serpentine wind
With a feathery touch
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What did I ever do to you but love you?
In death, a trailing flower, holding on to its last breath.
I called like a bird flailing on a breeze
One beautiful morning, daffodil gold, but still, I weep.
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You could be a movie star
a multitasking Hollywood avatar
wearing diamante tassel earrings.
You could outshine them bigwigs
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Don't -stop me from falling.
Don't -stop me now. I want to let go.
Don't -stop me now.
I can't make this pain go away.
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Where can we meet?
Where can we meet?
What can I still do to influence you?
No one leaves me.
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Once, I was as mysterious as a nervous roe deer.
Once, I was an invisible illusion made up of air and electricity humming with bees.
I was transitory as a heartbeat registering your silent singing.
Once, I was a hummingbird in the heart of a flower.
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He's a Romeo to the stars.
They them that never knew what it was to have fun?
Salivated from their tongue
He would walk like he owned all of heaven.
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