there's a crisis in the outer
world
in the sky the smoke trails
curl
some Winnipeg boys are Cyprus-bound
i hope they live to touch
home ground
i hope we live to touch, if
just once more
i need you like the river
needs the shore.
in life so delicate and strange
understanding seldom comes
in range
we stumble through familiar
scenes
never thinking what it means,
in this cluttered landscape
to be loved
i need you like i need the
stars above.
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Marco Giunco |
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