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Trying to make something nifty Life is simply Too much at times to be handled gently To catch the muse And lose the sight of inspiration Alas the same story That we've lost before To gain back in full stride And then lost some more The labored hearts' a chore That the brain employ Some where over the colors of the rainbow not seen by vibrant eyes Or no eyes at all we can sing some more in the silence the beckons the ominous feeling of living like a human being without knowing the actually meaning The dreaded purple ice cream cone
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
Freedom....the purple ice cream cone
Trying to make something nifty Life is simply Too much at times to be handled gently To catch the muse And lose the sight of inspiration Alas the same story That we've lost before To gain back in full stride And then lost some more The labored hearts' a chore That the brain employ Some where over the colors of the rainbow not seen by vibrant eyes Or no eyes at all we can sing some more in the silence the beckons the ominous feeling of living like a human being without knowing the actually meaning The dreaded purple ice cream cone
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
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