Lord have mercy Dveeu
Say it ain’t so
Stoned once, nailed upon a tree
He walks alone wishing he were free
An endless search, miles and miles
Drinking with drunkards, moonlit knights
howling wolves, over and over again
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wondering if she would ever make it back at all
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vodka on their breath struggling to be warm
to satisfy their needs,
and so the clock ticks, the freshness that she had has begun to fade away
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firebrand, hit embers in her mind thinking of the meadow the valley and the plain
when the wind rushes down, milk tea, wild camel dreaming of the sea
lost amidst the shadows, desert, winding dunes, morning prayer
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in an ebullient land, a history of ideas impressions in the night
From the morning until noontime sunlit dawn until the eclipse of light
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Still it survives in sands that cannot be reproduced, rough, bucolic
So let it go, release it to be kind madness on the mountain, serenity on the dale
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Let whatever remains continue to come to a stop, flowing every so gently
into the streamlet like countless others who are ready to subsume, to create and flow
into a drifting tide still and wavering in a lonely halibut sea