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The Right Season For Words
1960's
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It's sometimes hard
To say what I mean
And what I feel.
Words
Gather into me
Then drain out
Not really flowing
Not really enlightening
Only just existing
Til they empty out.
Like the leaves
That one time fall from their spectrum
The words
Have one time
Only
To fall...
And, I...
I have only the power to say
Where they fall...
Only one chance
To say what I mean.
It's sometimes hard
To say what I mean
And what I feel.
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