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Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
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__An echo, Adelaide... _m
In each day's dance?
In life's dance,
Timeling of such heartfelt prance;
Within each foot's graceful daze;
Steps of life, are each new phase.
We see tomorrow, that stride away
Another act... another play.
Ho Doug... yes, another act
The last act now, but hoping to stretch it out
Thanlks
Adelaide
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