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My lyrics sprout in the underwear of my lover I take them off, with a measure of nostalgia Naked we stare in bed at the morning sun To learn ab..

In this life to die, is nothing new And in truth, to live is not forever It may be not hard to love, to love again For she is ever new, we can do..

I so large, so unwanted, so dreamy in alienation Where shall I go now, from literacy to the supreme? In the haunt of an author’s life Solitud..

The incident is closed, as they say Love’s boat she, smashed against the daily grind Too afraid to remember pain or hurt Memory called lif..

In being a beggar, I became a salesman In being a lover, I became a priest In being a student, I became an artist In being a husband, I became an ..

The meaning of my life folds against The lazy sea, the bluest color towards purple The barque of sulfer and phosphor White moonlight shifting th..

It takes a strange courage, to love without reward Without return, like the shinning naked That reflects neither the face of the Beloved Or the a..

Like a dull scholar, I behold, ancient love Our bloom is gone, us who hold histories Against our cheeks, the future fruit What is love to us, fi..

I am the red-turbaned spirit The glad-boat of water flowing In matter, in pursuit of the purest energy The still whistle, the hush before death ..

One must have a mind of winter To find the source, in cruel adversity Our lives which, was thick with it The January sun, the distant glitter T..