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So we'll try and try
Even if it lasts an hour
With all our might
We'll try and make it ours
Cause we're on our way
We're on our way
to fall in love
SECOND MOVEMENT

Motifs of grief
and pain.
We’ve got to start
all over again.
It's repetition,
I'm coming back
to you.
Summer's nights
can't wait
deter us
from our lives,
admire
and appreciate
our efforts.
Young proud art
straight from
the heart
Flying high
in the
wings of desire
Is it better
somehow if
it lasts for long?
The clouds
wouldn’t tell
why we met!
— It is as it had to be
Let’s fly
in the
dreams now
eight and a half
hours apart
still
together at heart
While winds of heaven
blew I recalled a song
I once heard from
you
. .
Lasso my heart
never learns, your
voice is what it yearns
We want to be there
when the twilight
becomes blue.
Forever
you know
it might be ~
Whatever
comes
we’ll see
With the rays of sun fading
I met a lady in the fields,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
her hair was long,
her foot was light, and
her eyes were wild like the night
I make them up, or
they make me up
I’ll run to you
Time after time
we shall be together in
the dreams that we share
I see
the reasons
you came.
Way out
in the
white-dark
In your
city’s air there’s
the smell of shame
and just once in my life,
all dianthus, snapdragons,
morning glories are for you.
A moment alone, that's all!
Lower heaven
Higher hell
Intermediate me-
“I lose patience.
Tied to a song
Cannot speak.”
Within the canopy of the cidar branches,
where it is dark, and damp
sits a sunbird,
eyes twinkling with stars
and to sing to them
to ask the question to them
what kind of trees grow there?
'Are they green, or some white
or there comes a Sun in sight?'
Songs, my love
The roots
that we strike.
You, the one who reaps
the crops of cidar and cranberries
and the rain~
Oh Holy Rain,
I wish you didn't hit the bars
or the snowy chains
like the daggers
that came flowing out
of your merciless hand. .

For Poetry?
We venerate our young
Golden lover as
the years pass'd
in betwixt
sensual
meandering
child
Have you shrouded your lust to appear shy?
Tasting blossoms
the eyes
forgot
on a sunny day
she went
away.
I am only happy when it rains.
The Jesus and Mary Chain
Let’s just sit here
and feel lousy
and watch
the grass
grow
.
it turns out that
    no one can
replace us
and no
    one
will
dense and textured
melancholic and
experimental
Do we
smell like
bookshelves?
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