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Ghost Writer
2020-09-22 08:44:46 (UTC)

Try A Touch Of Tenderness.

Wherever the winds blow,
There my heart goes,
A-driftin', a-seekin', a-needing ...
Precious memories
Safely stowed
under lock and key.


Quite the gift your eyes are,
And so this song is sung.
Upon my lips a trace of a kiss,
Remains...

I thought I saw you walking,
Down Lonely Avenue ...
My mistake,
It was just a stranger.

Come what may ever be,
The moon says,
You're forgiven,
Once again.

I know when to live,
And not to cry.
Spice and melon days,
Be over.
So the story goes ...

Spice and melon days
Be over.

Not many a poem,
Leaves town unwritten,
You see the road appearing,
In the high beam of tomorrow,
And there lies my best smile,
Before sunrise fades to day.

Bright will be that day,
When lovers kiss and break up.
Then fight and make up,
Sorrows and lullaby
Can sing themselves to sleep.

It is right.
It is well.
It is true.


4B2. By A22Jane.
Written Tuesday 22nd September, 2020. (1910 p.m. ANZT.)





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