The birds sang because they were leaving in the morning.
The lights went orange before they died.
And the wind blew into the stars.
And the wind blew into the stars.
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2 comments:
Peters, I confess I never picked you as a poet, though your love of the melancholy three part harmony should have given it away.
Genius my friend, quiet sad genius.
Thanks Beck!
Remember your joke years ago?
Why do people not love three part harmonies?
Because they're dumb.
I think about it most times I listen to early Beatles.
Hilarious but true.
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