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There are these things These things that I see Some times creeping up inside of me Twilight’s fleeting memories Memories in time Memories in rhyme Memories i"ve hidden When I wanted to be blind No matter how I try to suppress Inside broken trying to repress There’s that moment I reach Deeply into the mess Hide a ride a widowed bride Hide forever together inside I’m screaming can’t you hear me I cried Who is she? This demon this woman my Bride Why is it she haunts me so deeply inside There before the crooked arrow Cold winds blow The moment has come Where is the dawn Where is the sun I was there for a moment I felt the caress The sweet lovely softness The taste of her breath A minute together In a wicker chair Kisses soft and sweet The moments we’d share Holding hands tightly I do Together forever We two Why did I think it was a nursery rhyme? A lifetime is a very long time There are moments of high and deep dieing lows But always I have to understand she’s mine Close the windows Lock the doors Making love passionately On the living room floor Skip a beat Clock chimes nine How come nothing seems To fall into rhyme Again I’m looking But oh can not find A script that was written A story that was mine For two are a couple And they don’t always rhyme But in life it isn’t possible To rhyme all the time Love is the answer Love is the rhyme Love for the moment Love all the time She is love she is the rhyme she is the moment and she’s all the time