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The smell of my lady's love
her blending with my own.
The time when the is dark and quiet
and we're
near the precipice that
from peace,
the of an every evolving magic;
a precious
combines and still the space
the and togetherness.

And still a morning in March
a for me
God with a darling face
and eyes and Grandma's grace.
How there the of
immortality
as wondrous dreams taste light
and the slightest for the first time.
And morning turn to smiles
to love to
to "Good

thoughts are of the storm
lightning through the dawning sky
of Grandma's hand and day's of life's
discovery from the veil of her guidance
of the music forums our
historical biography of precious heritage
of the aches and frustrations of life blues
the of violence that provides the atmosphere
and from the balcony
of a "B Movie"
As (though) "all the a stage"

morning begin
as Midnight gives way
to morning cracks of
as a new day beginning
with all its bright promise
shine down then
on
on El
on
on
wherever a man would dare up
for a
we born at Midnights in the darkest time,
but surely the first minute of a new day

sometime near
there's a smile I really
a chance to
our together
and everything we feel.