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yes it's messy and scattered, but i'll work on it. gimme some time.
Now that you've gone,
I listen to music more
Than I've done before.
Songs that remind me of
Silent nights by
The window sill,
Beneath the moon that
Slid on the water
Below my dock at home,
Before I knew I'd find
My place among strange
People who came together,
And shared what they had
Always concealed, lighting
The night with cigarette ambers
Like Fireflies in the damp
Starlight that bathes the coast
Where I am from- a band of
Vibrant strollers with
Tweed hats and army jackets
which was laced together with
That same rustic twine that
I imagine soldiers share with
Their brothers in the
Jungle, far from their beds
And open verandas, where
They dreamed once, lost
In youth, of the
Mountains of sand- the
Rippling desert where,
Deep beneath, glittering
Treasure lay buried in
Secret.
Now that you've gone,
I listen to music more
Than I've done before.
Songs that remind me of
Silent nights by
The window sill,
Beneath the moon that
Slid on the water
Below my dock at home,
Before I knew I'd find
My place among strange
People who came together,
And shared what they had
Always concealed, lighting
The night with cigarette ambers
Like Fireflies in the damp
Starlight that bathes the coast
Where I am from- a band of
Vibrant strollers with
Tweed hats and army jackets
which was laced together with
That same rustic twine that
I imagine soldiers share with
Their brothers in the
Jungle, far from their beds
And open verandas, where
They dreamed once, lost
In youth, of the
Mountains of sand- the
Rippling desert where,
Deep beneath, glittering
Treasure lay buried in
Secret.