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every road i have to walk and every key that has no lock and every door i’ve had to knock on when evening comes. and every night without a day and every word i have to say and every barn

I am,A tune on a minor scale,with rhymes to buy from whoever will sell;The occasional laughter in my dreamsand a life slowly coming apart at the seams.A new old book with yellowed pages,scribbles on the margins and frayed edges,and a

Does it rain in your dream tonight, or do you tread snow? And if the road is there no more would you know where to go? Does the sunset shine on your eyes or glow behind your back? Will you

and when it rains while i dream tonight and my senses can feel only in gray, will there be a pavement where footsteps echo, or a breeze carrying words we don’t say? and when our laughter is but a memory