Logical Season
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Meet me during winter And I'll be ready to please you in Spring Following your destination Having nothing left to win Leave me in the Summer Or you won't be able to be denied Loose you in mystification Telling me that I lied I'll mourn you in the Autumn Until I'm finally able to see Love is the only compensation That matters to me |
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What Remains
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In the quiet desperation of 11.24 on this September night - something got to give - in this period of 26 years in the loud seperation of her and her man the fool remains she contains so much of what has been taken cashed and carried out of my soul It makes me remember Things I did not notice |
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Constant soldier (partial outtake)
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my life goes floating by and I could I do otherwise postphone the final question to your answer I love who I love could that just be you all these visions I don't want to see it's embarrasing I don't want to open my eyes no more but me the ultimate Cortez is going, going, gone and my lonely friends will sway and dance, dance, dance to the question - I am who I was or could have been if your vivd imagination would not have been occupied or dead so long honey babe so long dizzy stage I will make it all up to me and it's going to be the day where on we will walk up to the grave and discuss and wonder the reason and typography of it all and I am A constant soldier Sometime poet And I will be King |
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