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SLOSHING AROUND
Where and how a mind that I have met,
A mind with rainy thoughts in winter set,
Brings spring time to my darkest night and more,
Smiling through its testaments of lore,
Sloshing through the puddles as I seek,
A glimpse into her heart I want to sneak,
Delicate like petals on the ground,
A precious gentle soul that I have found,
Where in all this music can I feel,
Vibrations of a kind that seems so real,
Like ripples in the puddles underfoot,
Or sounds like songs I hear along my route,
Amazing oh, is she so far away,
Where and how, I’d like to greet one day.
©david byrne nov 2012
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