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Entertained Entertained
alone to write Hold my thought as my own Too far into yesterday not good Too far over with today Too many
only songs waste away Too many afternoons gone Entertained alone to write 11 16 08 .......................................
Everyone Carries A Wish Everyone carries
a wish Everyone looks for a kiss Everyone carries a wish Everyone
has a story to tell A song to sing, a tune A friend somewhere once was near A place was home still is Everyone has a need to rest A want to end, begin again A heart to beat, hold to feel Touch
a care for some thing Everyone carries a wish Everyone looks for
a kiss Everyone carries a wish Everyone walks in some way Together
close or away Broken down, whole and then Everyone carries a wish Everyone looks for a kiss Everyone carries a wish ..................................
Every day Is A Thankful Day Every day
is a thankful day Every turn of my time Every tune, every sunshine I
was in thought awhile I haven't forgotten to smile Think I live a different life I remember to love Every day is a thankful day Every turn of my time Every tune, every sunshine However down I find See how much I don't know I understand why Every day is a thankful day Every turn of my time Every tune, every sunshine I don't look for emotion Meanings can only hold feeling Every
day is a thankful day Every turn of my time Every tune, every sunshine .......................................
Escapades Of The Unclear Babies then to
children Girls, boys, men and women I never find reason to care Earth
to stars to planets Clouds to sun to sky Someone has a meaning somewhere Escapades
of the unclear Home to heart to absence To hold together who we
are What we need to understand Time to whistle a tune Hum
a sound, sing a word to you Talk or walk, sit or stand Escapades
of the unclear Sand, sea, to ocean, to where Escapades of the unclear Escapades of the unclear ......................................
Everything Just Moves Around Same
thought as last year Same world Same people, same cold Same ways, wrongs, words Same uncaring holds Same days, same nights Same minutes, hours to find Same choices, same sun Everything just moves around
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