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If anyone had told me that it would be so, I would have tell them no.If anyone had told me that it would be so I would have ran away long ago.I just cannot get rid of this unsettling feelings that has my spirit reeling.I just canmot get rid of this uncomfortable feeling that keeps My heart blazing. Here I am this Sunday evening nursing all types of wounds.Somethings that is bigger than me Is making my spirit weary and I just want to go before I feel low.It is the dirty energy that is moving around the town, it is the force around that is causing me to frown. Something has broken my heart that makes me feel ashamed.If someone had told me that it would be so, I would have get up and go.If anyone had told me that it would be so, I would have run the last leg of the show. The tears are bursting out my eyes and it makes me want to cry but the tears sits on top of my shame and There is nothing to gain.The men are galavanting up and down the street in white shirt and shorts wrapped around their thin behind.Little fellow and big fellow with body twisted and melted in jin look at me with a subtle glance they seems to be having fun,and the peanut man sitting on the corner, with the sound of the steam making a whistling sound all around the town.And the steam shooting up in the air with a message that is dear. The evening is just settling in and the town is going to pay for its sins, the night is coming alive once more and everyone is sitting in their cars Mini vans without a plan and taxi men without a band speed franticallty up and down the street.Private cars of all sort roll up and down the street in the dark rolling dice. The will of the soul is burning in the glow and the mad men are enjoying the show.The spirit of the weak is wandering around the street and my soul is whispering something that is very deep.And when the night is done You have to walk quietly with your hands on your knees With the hope that your journey will be complete. If anyone had told me that it would be so, I would have pack my bag and leave long ago.The moment is finally here when the night will bear its bosam in its womb. I did not know that it woul be so.
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