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Jun 28, 2009
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Unpredictable Predictiality
And the wind
comes a sweetly blowin',
come what may
forever and a day.
Guess myself
I have been knowin',
in this way
I'll sift through the grey.
Good-bye breeze
you knew me too well,
sight unseen
I'm trapped inside my wishing well.
Life moves on
the cards are a showin',
the slate is "clean",
and the winds keep a blowin'.
comes a sweetly blowin',
come what may
forever and a day.
Guess myself
I have been knowin',
in this way
I'll sift through the grey.
Good-bye breeze
you knew me too well,
sight unseen
I'm trapped inside my wishing well.
Life moves on
the cards are a showin',
the slate is "clean",
and the winds keep a blowin'.
— docmaverick, Jun 28, 2009
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weirdelf
16 years 11 months ago
ok