Book of Longing
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My lady can sleep Upon a handkerchief Or if it be Fall Upon a fallen leaf. I have seen the hunters
I saw you this morning. You were moving so fast. Can’t seem to loosen my grip On the past. And I miss you so much.
If you want a lover I’ll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of lo… I’ll wear a mask for you If you want a partner
When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender, this I could not do; I took my gun and vanished. I have changed my name so often,
Well my friends are gone and my ha… I ache in the places where I used… And I’m crazy for love but I’m no… I’m just paying my rent every day Oh in the Tower of Song
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old-fashio…
I can’t make the hills The system is shot I’m living on pills For which I thank G-d I followed the course
I went down to the place Where I knew she lay waiting Under the marble and the snow I said, Mother I’m frightened The thunder and the lightning
Ah we’re drinking and we’re dancin… and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom runn… And my very sweet companion she’s the Angel of Compassion
It’s coming through a hole in the… from those nights in Tiananmen Sq… It’s coming from the feel that this ain’t exactly real, or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly…
Dance me to your beauty with a bur… Dance me through the panic 'til I… Lift me like an olive branch and b… Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
Baby, I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting night and day. I didn’t see the time, I waited half my life away. There were lots of invitations
I loved you in the morning, our ki… your hair upon the pillow like a s… yes, many loved before us, I know… in city and in forest they smiled… but now it’s come to distances and…
The light came through the window, Straight from the sun above, And so inside my little room There plunged the rays of Love. In streams of light I clearly saw
Poetry is just the evidence of lif…