When existence drains my spirit away,
I find a place...
Where dreams can kiss our face.
Where we tango with kismet in a vast airy space.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Jingle
Lonesome raconteur, why do you cry? To whom do you testify, for whom do you lie While the salty waters still nourish your face You crucify your love in a long forgotten place
In unforgettable ways And you cackle her name all the rest of your days.
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