Breath in love

Hate is an awful song

In f major.
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You got to know when...

It is love

The open wound

There in the dark

A light flashed

Lighting in your eyes

We can see

The winds colide

Lights arrive

It is love

Queen of the sea

She held herself

Queen of the sea

As the window flew

As the the glass shattered

The bridge came into view

Queen of the sea

Dreams flash.
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It is the madness of life

Tripping us again and again

Become empty at times

Disconnecting with stage freight

The stage gets teeth

Then we worry

Yet the place of heaven is simple

Being blessed to be people

We are free

The thespian thing tumbles

While the cats learn.Tee
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Underground horse.

The cave glowed

A pale blue light

And it guided me down

Deep underground

Where she was

Or perhaps she wasn't

But the painting by Chagall

Was saying something

In a whisper hard to hear

She said hi.
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I say a child with a peace and love shirt.

SHE SEEMED TO BE SADLY LOOKING AT THE ADULTS NEARBY AS IF TO SAY COULD YOU PLEASE STOP THE HATE.

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I try not to give unsolicited advise or crazy sounding opinions.


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I must confess

Seems like the the muse of the past is maybe gone

It used to be a she

Not sure it's a she now

I'm sure it's a dude now

What kind of dude

Hmmmm

I just know he's got big eyes

Yet he prefers sleeping.

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What ever life is:

It is not lame.
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The time masters

Again Saturday I face the weekend

The time Lords from way back were the Catholics

Today five days where work and commerce can be oppressive

Week ends are not just fun times but recovery times

Then Sunday the quite and religious activity are another oppressor

It is not so bad really

There is a lot to be grateful about

But the deal may not be so sweet

As it seems

Because sometimes at midnight

You can almost hear the drunken screams:

It's carnival!

It's carnival!

And a scary pill is dropped in a woman's drink...
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I found one place of hope.

And there seems to be lots of dream killers amuck and for decades.
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Angels at it again?

It's possible.

I think there are even some Christmas ducks around.

If Angels are coming again and my radar picks them up you'll know.

But this full moon seems utterly mysterious,

And I'm not talking about cows or lunatics okay?
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