Sing a line the same way twice
Is unearthly and unpractical
Like a life has its errors and tries
In each new up and fall
Places are sometimes tempos
Staying in present tense
Anything outside that goes
In its unfolding invents
The leveling is never easy
When experience you got to make
The highways are coming breezy
In each new living take
Rides on the bus line
Making their tempos and rhythms
Composing the solos they define
In each their pace and hums
Sing with lover's declarations
Note to note to read
From the streets their dictations
Anything that will lead
Come with savoring every word
Simply to sing and pluck paying
Like a tree's songbird
Never in the same tempi staying
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