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The people, the talk;the rice, the hard thoughts, the walk;the practice, the joy

I am the blue street,I am the wheels running deep.Shine on, honey moon

You called me "husband"with a good, bright, loving voice.That sound now joins leaves

Travel endlesslydressed in melancholy and joyliving flawlessly

To all women andmen who save our beloved onesone thousand thank yous

Energies leavinglast breathe fills of gold my eyesdancing butterflies

You are tonight's moonI'm the icy dark around youthat makes you this bright

Three sighs still fly aroundone despairs, one breaks up timejust one sounds your voice

White then rose then whitesweet tiny happy snub nosebrings up smiling light

There's another youtravelling through my hearts andlying in my dreams