Olaleye Azeem Oladipupo

The road home seems so blue
All the lights have gone black
Your heartbeats guide me back
Yet, love is blind, how true
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There's a demon on the clouds
There's a strange beat from the music
There's a large beacon in the sky fusing
And my heartbeat sings more aloud
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Your eyes no longer look into mine
They never saw me anymore, and they never mind

My heart has become heavy
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Oh ye Earth, Air, and Ocean!

Ye gullible Companions
Ye loyal Minions
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Once upon a journey I took on
But the road bent into streams
A dream I used to dream
And the clouds fade into the Sun.
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It's a red-later day
So much ecstasy as we wander the scenic garden
'Looks like seventh heaven' she said as if uncertain
'Yes! Oh yes! '...as I led the way
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In the cool of the day
an Idea struck my head where I lay

I sat up and ponder of it
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The sexy sway of her hips
the roses of her lips

My humble duty -
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Right in the middle of the street
I could here my mind speak
Sidling through the crowd
Thoughts all gloomy like a dark thick cloud
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The Future is near
I see it clear!

Can't wait no longer
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On one long sunlit weary day
I stumbled on a stone on my way

And there I had a nasty tumbling over
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Once upon a gloomy evening dreary
in time furthest in the past
I met an ebon princess fairy
in the emptiness of the vast
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As I sit and ponder
I kept my eyes peeled
I ask myself and wonder
Where in life is the bee's knees
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So much I have learnt
So much I have been taught
So much I have learnt from Great Minds
those ones that walk on the Shadow of the Wind
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your beauty is rare
Your complexion is true
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Oh Satan! Why haven't you come with your horns?
Or come with your tail and hoofed feet?
Of course you know I'd flee
I wouldn't wait to be tempted, I'd run
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I want to see a leaf
fall from up the tree
and watch the breeze
sweep it off to the sea
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When the murky narrow road seem wide as it comes
When the Sun and Moon agree and come as one
Let the dark bleak sky shed it tears
and remain as before bright and clear
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Why accuse Death when
the Living are walking in its path
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I once thought of Love as a little spring in floating rocks
I thought one has to strive round time to reach it
At times, I suppose Love comes on a lashing angry wind
Or accompanies the throaty roar of a fuming thunder
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