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I took another walk tonight.
Sometimes that song that the stars sing
Grows to big; it is too much
For only one person to handle
And when it overflows
Into something else
Sometimes it is beautiful
Always it is a relief
(Oh anything
Just keep my mind off of it
Thinking how I had you once
No, I can't forget that
Sometimes I wish
I could lose you again)
And then I realize
When everything is over, said and done and
Buried in the recent past
And distant memory
Sometimes I am more alone
Then I was in the first place
Sometimes that far away music
Chords plucked by unseen fingers of long forgotten constellations
Whose resonance leaves me trembling and still
It grows to be too much
It becomes too much
For one lonely person to take
And it’s so very, very hard
Not to bow and break
Under that delightful pressure
Grows to big; it is too much
For only one person to handle
And when it overflows
Into something else
Sometimes it is beautiful
Always it is a relief
(Oh anything
Just keep my mind off of it
Thinking how I had you once
No, I can't forget that
Sometimes I wish
I could lose you again)
And then I realize
When everything is over, said and done and
Buried in the recent past
And distant memory
Sometimes I am more alone
Then I was in the first place
Sometimes that far away music
Chords plucked by unseen fingers of long forgotten constellations
Whose resonance leaves me trembling and still
It grows to be too much
It becomes too much
For one lonely person to take
And it’s so very, very hard
Not to bow and break
Under that delightful pressure
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