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Sep 2016
The melody intoxicates,
The words they grind so deep.
Embedded in my memory,
Impossible to sleep.

The meaning burns down in my soul
like vapors from the foil.
My heartbeat, it is rising
My blood begins to boil.

My mind is sometimes tortured,
but I can't put it down.
The music gets me through it,
Since you're not around.
Deniece Long
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Deniece Long  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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   Temporal Fugue
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