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Play
again the notes of rapture
give the rhythm, lift the gaze
color every sound that rises
with a flavor oh so rare of earth and well sustained
Put down the top and take a drive
and very soon you shall arrive
like the bullet from a gun
some things you cant outrun
do your best to be alive
show again the nerves of pleasure
Know the timely face of pain
Share a thought of worldly measure
don't be out there waiting for your next of kin to pray
Just one thing you've got to learn
Don't wait in line to take your turn
Don't fear the fire when it brews
Underneath your shoes
What I choose, will be a . . .
cool breeze to play with my hair
and I want a soft tease to make me aware
I don't crave a strong mind, that makes me unkind
I need a queens pair with a fortune to find
I need a cool breeze, an easterly wind
to grow my ball trees, to moisten my skin
I don't crave a warm day, that will blow me away
I need a storm front under skies that are gray
look into the eye of reason
see that eye glare back at you
wish and watch the light hours trip by
growing ball trees never was an easy
way to climb
no not an easy way to climb
you'll see the forest for the trees
when you get up off of your knees
see the lightning ride the wind, fall in, cool breeze
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