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/a song I didnont hear on a gathering winter evening in my studio
/a song I didnont hear on a gathering winter evening in my studio
Piles a million notes. This Life.
Piles a million notes. This Life.
The first halife finishing nothing,
second will finish
The night gathers 'a
sing-a-song
something like an unheard Beatles' melody
only John could write
ne /er born, not for a second,
the music nont writ after his shot
the music nont writ after his shot
--that song always makes me cry
The town people stop washing cars.
Winter gathers a liquid promise, some haunting
sing-a-song
the stack must.
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