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casts huge leaf shadows on dirt and the mockingbird's mocking me. "mockingbird," I put my hands in my pocket and pretend a smile, "some things you can't out run, church bells and a wedding dress, funeral processions and baptisms, the cop car radio, she was so beautiful in her wedding dress," I'm pointing my finger up at the mockingbird, "so I'm a few steps ahead of you in heartache, it was a toss of the dice,"I tell the bird, "I threw a handful of rice." "so don't look sad at me, bird. everyone gets hurt." and on her branch in the sycamore tree the mockingbird's crying to me... "I'm a few years ahead you... Sweet One, lonely bird. I've walked through fire, stared into the wall of shadow and sorrow into the cold silence of tomorrow. I hear what you're telling me, Dear One, loves been a little hard on you, too, and there in illusion lies the danger so please be kind, my friend, the sorrows that never seem to fade away become the grey, dark sea, and sunlight through the Sycamore tree.
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Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 2:43 PM UTC
Sunlight Through the Sycamore Tree
casts huge leaf shadows on dirt and the mockingbird's mocking me. "mockingbird," I put my hands in my pocket and pretend a smile, "some things you can't out run, church bells and a wedding dress, funeral processions and baptisms, the cop car radio, she was so beautiful in her wedding dress," I'm pointing my finger up at the mockingbird, "so I'm a few steps ahead of you in heartache, it was a toss of the dice,"I tell the bird, "I threw a handful of rice." "so don't look sad at me, bird. everyone gets hurt." and on her branch in the sycamore tree the mockingbird's crying to me... "I'm a few years ahead you... Sweet One, lonely bird. I've walked through fire, stared into the wall of shadow and sorrow into the cold silence of tomorrow. I hear what you're telling me, Dear One, loves been a little hard on you, too, and there in illusion lies the danger so please be kind, my friend, the sorrows that never seem to fade away become the grey, dark sea, and sunlight through the Sycamore tree.
guy-scutellaro
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Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 2:43 PM UTC
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