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I thought of you when the sun set today Walking home mesmerized by its beauty
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It began on a starry night with the moonshine above my head
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If i sat by my workplace, trying to get inside it
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I know why we're here tonight
catching our slow breaths
by Rita Krocha
28 lines, 22 comments,
on May 21 1:55 AM
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-Lying sleepless on my bed The night, so much like an unending story
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You tickle my feelings Like raindrops on a tin roof
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He used to be my dream guy Open hearted and always carefree
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Someday when I’m over you And I’ve stopped thinking,
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One day I’ll watch over from a mountaintop The wishes I’d blown in the air
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~If I could find a place to write by, across the open meadows away from here
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I'd like to see another day
lost in the daze of yesteryears
by Rita Krocha
26 lines, 17 comments,
on Mar 24 2:18 AM
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Those last drops of rain Sparkling on leaves
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‘Tis a day when lovers love The gloom of a perfect day
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Flashes of camera lights flicker; Famed before me in a moment of glory;
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And so it’s still the white rugged gypsy Taking turns up the hilly streets
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He says it’s his muse That, which runs down his throat
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If I weren’t a reporter I wouldn’t be here
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New people and new rides, forever seem to be circling my days~
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Long, when roses bloomed in pink In a garden far away from the city
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I walk home In that sunburnt sky
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Watching the smoke rings go up He was sitting by the bar
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It muffles me, Like a feather feel,
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Our roads have come to pass We’ve been running uphill
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If a toast was raised tonight On clinking glasses
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The cries of the jungle would probably be hushed I know the cicadas would quieten up
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How do I count these crazy hours That keeps falling before my eyes
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Sometimes when I think of yesterday Of that golden sun in the ‘City of Joy’
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There’s a road, Unknown and unseen…
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Sometimes I wish I was the rain For every drop that falls
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Tonight it’s the ‘High Flyer’ again Floating in the mid-air
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The sun was high on our hills On that pretty morn’ we decided to meet
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She grew up in a pretty little town
Where wild flowers grew in heaps
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Far away in the distant
When rumblings of daylight are all quiet
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I have a country to talk about
One of unity they so claim
by Rita Krocha
19 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 17 1:22 AM 2008
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