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Why one? I am so many — A glorious drum On top of the world Beating so loud Can never beat a symphony The long days are hours And minutes and seconds A fleeting breeze in June A warm sunlight in December It’s not the big picture A naked scene to plunder It’s what’s left in the dusty corner That’s all that I remember So many jokes so boring No stars at night are shining No hilarious lines, no rhyming But bits and pieces floating On these demented days Remembering I kind of lost the way We were heading But I recall your eyes Sparkling I recall your smiles Shimmering Like a moment frozen in time Our lives are photos No stories no plots No sense behind the curtains Whispering Not for the lack of time Do we forget we are alive But for the lack of life In the time we live No turning back No body to sway Or feet to dance No second chance The hair’s already gray No use to cry In the shade of yesterday But hey I got these moments I got these notes I barely remember Not the faces Not the people But the company One by one grew so many And all these notes wove a majestic symphony
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Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
Symphony
Why one? I am so many — A glorious drum On top of the world Beating so loud Can never beat a symphony The long days are hours And minutes and seconds A fleeting breeze in June A warm sunlight in December It’s not the big picture A naked scene to plunder It’s what’s left in the dusty corner That’s all that I remember So many jokes so boring No stars at night are shining No hilarious lines, no rhyming But bits and pieces floating On these demented days Remembering I kind of lost the way We were heading But I recall your eyes Sparkling I recall your smiles Shimmering Like a moment frozen in time Our lives are photos No stories no plots No sense behind the curtains Whispering Not for the lack of time Do we forget we are alive But for the lack of life In the time we live No turning back No body to sway Or feet to dance No second chance The hair’s already gray No use to cry In the shade of yesterday But hey I got these moments I got these notes I barely remember Not the faces Not the people But the company One by one grew so many And all these notes wove a majestic symphony
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dannyballan
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Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
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