O. C. Woods Poems

The song is sick because of my muse...
turning every thoughts upside down to heal
she casts spells no more for me to steal
and Cold November enters: undercover subterfuge
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Going from number 3 to number 4
Cassie rayon de soleil au cœur de l'Automne
a few words celebrating the newborn little Star
tu respires nos cœurs tonnent
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I remember the way the cold winter wind danced through the fur trees
sweet and sad nostalgic Xmas lights clicking haze
I remember the way you were and the lonely days
all these moments before the tide and oustanding waves.
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THE WARMTH OF THE LAZY DAYS IS NOW
SPRAIN ANKLE & GREAT SONGS, OUT OF SORROW.
THE WORDS BRING US CLOSER,10 MINUTES FROM OVER & OUT ENDINGS
THE FRENCH SUMMER IS FULL, TRACKS WHITER THAN PERFECT CLOUDS.
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Once again I've passed by the tree saw that it was still there
floating with wind, the grim figure waits in dark orchard
trying to pass by to realise that I am running from scare
the cloaked tree now walks downward
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The moment is gone sleep prevents to realize
four verses four stars to constellation rises
Sunset for Cassie, whispers these words to send
greatest achievement if I reach the end.
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</>The has come friend
To settle (or not) next to the forest to mend
Nature is ours now, the red thin line I dreamt about
Wood intertwine our house and a big green root...
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Assoupis sous le velux je contemple mes amis
Mon esprit emplit de nostalgie et la pénombre vitrée luit
Deux étoiles sur le verre de nos années passées
Que va t-il en rester ma tendre céleste arborée?
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Two short marker stripes art
Right palm delight

Last night on my lap
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Grey matter weekend erased by Sun
meeting a new soul under the rain inside the fire light
The Little Star is needed for my ink to shine
Your eyes unforgettable verses spellbounding lifetime sight
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