song
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This rhythm is rolling rolling around inside my undulating chest and heart Sitting at this wooden table, contemplating it not being real and part of me and part of you and I’m not really touching it, it’s touching me. The music changes, I dream of being a poet. I dream of being who I am.…
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Driving in the driving rain floods filling up the Indiana plains It’s been raining since we left Kansas and I seem to have forgotten where my house is On all these roads I keep on learning more I didn’t know All these trails seem to lead to somewhere In all these dreams I keep holding…
