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Apr 2016
The steps never seem to end
What I see is always there
I can’t quite seem to get it
It doesn’t like to play fair

The usual place for originality
A willing mind and brown walls
You can become a slave to it
A revelation that always calls

It’s been so long
But you began yesterday
Never again
Always the same
You hear the song for you
It’s the only way

She isn’t what you thought
You can’t right your wrongs
It never gets you quite there
Different faces but who belongs

How many faces do you see
As many as see you
Who should look first
The brave ones are few

It’s been so long
But you began yesterday
Never again
Always the same
You hear the song for you
It’s the only way
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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     Virginia S, Weeping willow, --- and ---
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