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a present for you

a present for you
here's the song of my people
the sound of silence

day sets into night

day sets into night
the balance to be maintained
weariness descends

repeating stories

repeating stories
from the book that is my life
fail and fail again

scattered attention

scattered attention
in the early morning pink
clouds drifting on by

to take to the wing

to take to the wing
and drift on through the aether
a blossoming dream

a broken pencil

a broken pencil
an empty piece of paper
life of a poet