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Jun 11
You tell me to keep singing,
I am. 'Without words, there’d be no songs.'  I made that.
Listen to my sweet, sweet blues,
my high, high reds, and my low, low browns.
I am singing.  I’ve never stopped.
You’ve just stopped listening.

You tell me to keep singing,
And I tell you, I am.  Tell me, what would you like to hear?
Do you want to turn my blues into red, my red into blues,
and for me to have no colours in-between?
To turn me into you?

You tell me to keep singing,
I am singing.  I’ve never stopped.
You’ve just stopped listening.
Allen Austin-Bishop
Written by
Allen Austin-Bishop  M/London
(M/London)   
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