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| Photo by Alexander Young |
sing
like the rain
at daytime
whisper to me
what you see
you see,
i can't fly high.
dance
these feet are yours
now.
my dream
i slipped,
i left it in his pocket.
oh you,
was that you?
a name you had none
here,
i'll give you mine.
don't tell the weatherman,
he'll turn his back--
like he did in my time.
