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Words, words, words,Don't change a thing,Don't stop the scourge,Don't ease the sting.
Pablo would understand,My inside thoughts,Would know my plans,W..
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Melancholy is the word I choose,Mellow strings weaved through,Mixed up tender blues,Mingled nightly...without you.
Dreamwind
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Are you dreaming of me now,As I sit here alone,Unable to reach you,
The wind...your fingers,Softly in my hair,The waves...your hands,Touching me th..
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seeing beads everywhere after mardi gras
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Letters to my imaginary friend Antoine, a sort of a journal
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I need a poet,
Mysterious, and deep,Looking for one heart to keep,
Raven-haired, and long,With a secret song,
Dark hands beautiful,Strings play m..
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I wish, you would...be addicted to me,
Forever...Never ever... free,
Can't sever...
Or say goodbye,Or disappear,Or make me cry,
Or cease to hear..
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Drop by Drop
How can I escape,The pure, sweet, joy of your love?
It drips,Drop, by sweet drop,Into my life.
Wets my hair to silk,Takes my tears awa..
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I imagined stepping into this blue picture
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Looking,
Looking,
Do I see you, Do you see me,
Are we free,
Or just lost,
Wandering in our own,
Discouraged hope,
I mope,
Too sensitive,
I pu..
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