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of_the_girl
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a silhouette
of my
pirhouette
crosses across the floor
and i'd dance for you
under
the sky
of black
under every twinkling star
just for you
every twirl
every graceful step
for you
and i could sing to you
songs of love
la la
la la
la la
could you ever
think of me
when the rain falls
could you ever
hear my voice
in the wind
calling out your name??
la.
of my
pirhouette
crosses across the floor
and i'd dance for you
under
the sky
of black
under every twinkling star
just for you
every twirl
every graceful step
for you
and i could sing to you
songs of love
la la
la la
la la
could you ever
think of me
when the rain falls
could you ever
hear my voice
in the wind
calling out your name??
la.
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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the cool breeze that blows is somebody's fault
the summer heat tries to burn through
and i look over to warn you
but something's happening
the morning glories climb the wall
and you speak in a slow drawl
i'm trying to piece together
what you're saying
but the birds are screeching,
the hounds are baying
i don't remember there being
any hounds around here
we lean back and we clink our glasses
raise the drinks to our thirsty mouths,
and thick as molasses ice cold vodka eases in
as the low pressure system brings the breezes in
and they sashay and pirouette above you
the only thing i know is that i love you
and i'm holding on,
yeah"
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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