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But, to Sigh
Cellophane moonbeams play havoc with eyes
as the shadows eat daylight all gone;
step further inside, it's the truth we can't hide
place your baggage out front on the lawn.
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A dry leather jacket with pockets sewn shut
we've all fallen short and have sinned;
memories turn billowy before they all fade
let's all honor their escort, the wind!
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Teared laughter echoes, coercing the night
to "chill up" on the back of my neck;
No-one came with me, I'm beside myself
with too much to lose on this trek.
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Don't be surprised should a fragrance waft in
and confuse both your heart, and your mind;
just be who you are, and be mindful of self
you're the leading authority we could find.
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Tempt me not, early vagabond; I'll choose not your gold
mourn in private, but it makes little sense;
time is too short so, don't whittle her down
and be careful, if riding the fence!
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Softly off in far distance, the moon is allowed
to show each of night's stars flying, high;
before the dew's watered, the shadows run free
their most difficult chore's....but, to sigh.
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