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By perception Date: 2007 Feb 20 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.20.23.17.19217]] |
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The streets are empty a peaceful calm. The silence is my love divine -- my fever burning to a height. Soon the day is approaching when my ash will be sprinkled the color of smoke, and be certain dearest, I shall never return. My words are your mocking playground, My heart your passing playing inspiration for singing songs stories. Know dearest that you don't know me even if you think that you do. You will never know me. You have already spoken thousands of times and it is clear that in your taunting teasing tranquility you have mis-spoken with every thought to mind to tongue to ear to eye to hand to smile. Your friends are like the notes of your guitar, but you have never found nor heard nor seen nor known, truly, the song within me. A thousand whispers can pass, A thousand pictures can play, But not a moment will ever capture a single heart spirit soul of me. Go on now, laugh and roll in the ground Have a ball. Don't try to mind read me again - your failure leaves a trace after trace of disgrace. |