Paul Warren

I dream of you
When I feel the first rays of the morning sun
At evening when the long day is finally done
On a blazing day when a cool breeze blows
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The muse whispers quietly in my ear
Just loud enough to hear quite clear
I know she will not leave me
Being persistent and not setting me free
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An Australian day is dawning bright and new
In a wide bright sky forever painted azure blue
Kookaburras laugh greeting the sun's arrival
The steam engine strains awaiting its revival
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Blue sky forever on
Stretching to the horizon
Is your path planned?
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I wander through the corridors of time
Visiting the rooms there in my mind
And some faces I see again
A few that I call friends
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The day breaks of morning dew
As it glistens brightly I think of you
Shiny now against brightening blue
I remember you in all the things I do
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The day of the year is finally here
Again we gather together in good cheer
Christmas Eve is the Carols by Candlelight
With those treasured songs sung so bright
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I watched something on the television in a program about Euthanasia
And since my father died from cancer what palliative care would be a saviour
I can understand I think how sick people would want a choice in their death
And some dignity with it from degenerative diseases that are horrible in their breath
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They say everyone has a spiritual guide
So that your decisions are not too one eyed
I’ve thought this through so this is my list
What about Elvis who has a musical gist
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I have a little man who whispers in my ear
I may not always see him but he doesn't disappear
You know he knows right from wrong and will tell me quite clear
Whatever it takes to find the truth I will know it is now near
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In judgement’s call a parchment list revealed
Of deeds indefensible and innocence congealed
A baby left all alone in an oppressive heat
The mother’s denial was for herself to secrete
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Hot days and cool nights
Perfect Australian weather
The Great Southern Land
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Gazing out on an aqua blue sea on a golden sunny day
With a cool breeze in your face is such a happy stay
As the surf rolls to the beach the children happily play
With boats anchored out to the horizon in a fishing display
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On the dusty table there sat
Dirty cups and plates and other nick-nats
Swept across the table was a book
That had news clippings worth a look
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At the end of WW 2 in 1945 in the German Alps
Did the Nazis have a plan for taking final scalps?
They built their tunnels in as a high mountain fortress
The plan was for their vengeance weapons as their best
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What did we learn from the stories of our youth?
They were so innocent and never uncouth
There were heroes who always won
And the villains in the end all come undone
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Who cries for them now
When we do not care for them
And don't know them
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The bomber flew on in the dark sky
A damaged engine trailed smoke on by
The pilots still sat at the aircraft control
Both died with head wounds in death's poll
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What was I yesterday
Was I the same as today
Each little thing
That made me sing
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So strange to want these things

A sweet cool breeze
On a warm summer's day
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