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Nov 2014
Twisted road, a river on the left hand side - rolling on and on.
I walk with my dog, leashless on this quiet afternoon.
The sun is begining to set and I can sense the looming presence of the moon.

Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Feel what I feel...

You held me once and I held you too.
It was just for one night but I still think of you.
When I am walking down this twisted dirt road with the moon now shining.
The sun has gone down and the birds have gone into hiding.

Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Feel what I feel...

Our blood once flowed, as one, as this river beside me.
The morning came too soon and your leaving didn't surprise me.
But I felt my heart ripping when I saw you walking away.
I don't know what it was but I still feel it to this day.

Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Feel what I feel...

I know you can not or simply have chosen to forget.
I remember you like I remember that wool coat.
Now rain is softly falling as I walk along this twisted road.
Freddy S Zalta
Written by
Freddy S Zalta  New York City
(New York City)   
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   victoria and jackierutherford
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