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Jul 2014
Got me a girl
Of blue
She makes everything
Seem true
Her name is writ upon me
Like a graveyard tomb

Never knew myself
Before I met you
Never knew the music
But now
I'm seeing through
On the hillside past the fog
Is hour house
Made of maple logs

We'll stay there
In the winter
While the trees around us
Rock and splinter
Our young will sleep
While I wake to cut
The biggest tree
I can find
All our time will be as one
And we'll feel no weight
Not a pound
Not a ton

Because of you
Stars shine brighter
Air tastes cleaner
You've changed me
From a non-believer
Take my hand
Or you take mine
This love of ours
Is like
No other kind

Move the wine this way.
We've got plenty more,
It's okay
Where's your smile?
Where's your grin?
Don't you know
We're born
To win?

Riddle me this and
Riddle me that
We've made our homes
We've chosen our hats

The choir is frozen
The lake is too
I see you there,
Behind the chair
My babe' of blue
Don't you know
You make everything true?

A whisper between us.
A battle waged
Of one hundred thousand
Years.

Your love's so strong
Sometimes
It
Deprives me

Can it be?
Can I see?
I life
Without
Thee?

Out around back
We'll cut the wood
Carry the slack
The sun beating down
Burning our backs
While inside
The parents
Get nice and fat

Motor roaring on the
Roadway.
I know you hear it too.
A friend of mine
Once told me,
"Always take a cue."
As long as your'e near to me
I'll be fine
My girl of blue

Lollipop sunset

Afternoon
Breakfast

You take my breath away
Like a master thief
We'll run away to a land
Of white coral reefs

I'm left and you're right
Let him by baby
Let's take our time
Time for us
Isn't tight

The wind is moving outside our window
And I'm thinking of that widow
The one who lost her husband in the Great War
What was his name again, I wonder
All of sudden everything became unclear
What once was close now was not near

A pressure cooker of a sermon
My brother died, murmured Herman
Lying is in our veins
No reason to despise
Where the fishermen work, out on the docks
There we'll work this out
There we'll talk

Move me to the mirror
Let me see my face next to yours
My glass is empty
Please, another pour
Caleidoscopen confusion
How is it
We're always
Wanting
More?

In the meditating night
Each world we know
Collapses falling-free
Who knew that true love
Was just a tease?
Happiness pours out
From my pores
And the score I thought I'd marked
Is lost somewhere in the dark

We are
The ones
We desire.

I am
What you've
Been
Told.

You are
The
Lies
Of Devil's;

The secrets
Of
Old.
Written by
Mitchell
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