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such a while
04:21
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it's been such a while / such a while it's been / since I've seen morning eyes / the kind just waiting / for the sight of light at dusk / it's been such a while / since there was a time / that the smile your face gave was close to mine //
it's been such a while / such a while it's been / since you've seen patient eyes / the kind just waiting / for a sign of love to show / it's been such a while / since there was a time / that the laughter your lungs made/ was felt inside / so close to mine / such while //
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ease of fear
02:47
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// the searchlight switched from off to on to look for you / but that mirrored parabolic light supplied no view / suppose one says you don't exist, to bid adieu / to find out what you came here for is out alee, in the water //
// you fear for what the future holds when you thought you knew /
/ you fear for what the future holds when you thought you knew //
// it's not easy //
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thank the mother
whose nature shoulders this heavy burden
so earthly
she raises the white flag
when the creatures roaming the earth can't take the heat
she shakes the trees
it reminds me of the carolina breeze under the sky so green
the planes fly by and I can't speak
I listen to the earthlings sing
juniper tree, oh, can you carry me?
praise the brother
of the homely rock we call abode
our light isn't free
raise a glass
to gravity's uncertainty of when to lapse
reminds me of the california breeze that whisked the dust right off my cheek
it flew around as I got weak
it sings melodiously
juniper tree, when will you bury me?
I thank no other
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a nice enclosure
04:08
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a nice enclosure
in which she'd like to stay for a day
draws you closer
to colours of a gray
without a word to say
the ground so gently
pairs our motion on denver street
embracing colour
moves our minds so swiftly
or at least it seems to be
and while I'm waiting
minutes dance like tall branches swayed by wind,
pleading dreams
or at least they seem to be
this nice enclosure
is falling down with infant's feet
if eyes write words, too,
shouldn't this be easy to read?
shouldn't this be easy?
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the taste of your laugh
02:40
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shifting sun
03:44
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my, my. what have I? but a little pride in losing
mercy, have some on me.
this grasp of sanity keeps changing.
where would the sun go without all its family?
when they lose all their light flow, would they follow her line?
golly, this wit's end can't breathe
like feeding a windpipe with no lungs to reach
mercy, have some on me
this grasp of reality keeps shifting
where would the sun go without all its family?
when they lose all their light flow, would they follow her line?
she'd abandon & you'd detach
naturally always waiting like an almanac
lady, have a little faith in me
this grasp on you keeps fading
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question of separation
01:18
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the framework felt important
on the house we called our union
attachment seemed to make sense
but only for the weekend
the reason that I'm calling
is the same that keeps us breathing
it's the same that keeps intentions hid from every question:
where will you go if no one can stay here?
am I on my own, away from my safety?
where is your heart if not in the center?
beating alone, not worth the mention?
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I didn't have a song today until I walked outside
I couldn't catch my breath today until the sun met the whites of my eyes
I couldn't find my empathy until it was spotted under that sun
with laughter in its company and an awkwardly large-sized love for everyone I see
I didn't know my name today until it was written on the clouds in the sky
and I didn't hardly notice until the rain taught my eyes to look far & wide
what a strange & beautiful occurrence when your brain tells your heart to give in
like the rain tells the trees & the meadows to grow & grow until all of the creatures see
I didn't have a song today until I walked outside
I didn't have a voice today until life passed me by
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right behind me
02:44
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bereavement's silence bears but a lonely sound / trying to hide it yields a new place to drown / if I start running, your love will be right behind me
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