Alan Gilbert Biography

Brown eyes won’t you tell me
What is it that you seek?
What is that echo in your voice
I hear each time we speak.
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Candy

Candy you're a heartful
The child of a gypsy star,
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The city's heart beats through the night
The arteries still oozing blood,
That trickles through the urban streets
To meet the dawn and be a flood.
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It was a slow dog day
At the end of May
In the silver star saloon.
The place was as bleak
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You took my hands
Though they were cold,
Redeemed my body
Young for old.
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