Rhythms moving slowly around the clock, never tiring,
knowing that you're now gone, feeling the sadness and
sorrow of loss as the sun sets upon the horizon.
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Reality touching upon dreams of living, wanting to know how
to become explicitly, a wonderful theme that always takes
shape in an imaginational reality.
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Longing and yearning to be with love that's being held in his
heart, wanting to share it with mine, but always being timid,
not knowing how to let go of self in order to join him.
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Living in an intrepid anticipation waiting for the exact
moment that will light up and entertain this mind, as a
black bird flies into the night looking for a place to
sleep.
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Freedom of intellect standing in the midst of music feeling
its motions tickling neurons and synapses within a creative
brain.
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Now playing harmonica, a firefighter, musician extraordinaire,
a celebrity in our lives, establishing the entity of all beauty
as it floats and drifts into clouds trailing above.
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Living in an extraordinary life of entertainment, a
musician telling of love in songs of the heart, coming
clean as love finds its way into one another's souls.
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Running around, looking over edges of this life, wondering
how we ever made it this far in a lifetime filled with
sacrifices, stress, turmoil grief and loss.
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Italian songs being sung here at the Sicilian Butcher,
time to say good night and part ways, but not wanting
to end our time here together.
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Listening to all the political nonsense going on everywhere
all over the world, finding out so much about other countries,
knowing they've been talked to by the Clintons, Schumer, Kerry,
from our own government.
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