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Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't
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Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't
loved too much and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who
See me sitting in the palm tree
Looking down at people passing by
Sitting here no-one can harm me
They just stare at me and wonder why
No
figured at five to nine
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph, Valentine and Revere
I got the horse
eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
I went
for me)
Please, please, Mr. Postman
(Why's it takin' such a long time)
Oh yeah
(For me to hear from that boy of mine)
There must be some word
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The ship that sails the seven seas
Has finally brought me to my knees
It's not much to my liking
The people standing
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
"You've loved me exquisitely."
"I tried to."
"Can we be best of friends now?"
"I never lied to you."
"And can I love
As I walked along
The supposed golden path
I was confronted
By mysterious spectre
He pointed to the graveyard
Over on yonder hill
I paused in
brings eyesight to the blind
You know her daddy gave her magic
I can tell by the way she walks
Her daddy gave her magic,
I can tell by the way she
have gone at last
I've nothing more to tell you now
I walk by tranquil lakes and streams
As each new season's dawn awaits
I lay awake at night with
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
In the early morning when I'm lying by your side
Doubts go through my mind, thoughts I try to hide
Lying there I wonder if your love for me is real
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, though somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now
A self-ordained professor's
A time for summer skies
For hummingbirds and butterflies
For tender words that harmonize with love
A time for climbing hills
For leaning out
sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna come home, hey!
Now when the phone start to click in, your words start to echo
Say you got to hang up but the man won't let
And a hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
Any man that would fight
the projects tremblin'
Ya know nothin' about lettin' a few strays go off
Ya only reach for your hip when your two ways go off
Shots'll fly by your head
Your
alone, Oh God these words I vow
My wicked past unfolded and I thought of wasted years
When another bolt of lightning killed a hundred head of steers
at last
I've nothing more to tell you now
I walk by tranquil lakes and streams
As each new season's dawn awaits
I lay awake at night with troubled dreams
loose
I pull words out the air like blue tooth
I'm a sandwich short of a picnic
Ignorant thoughts come across
You'd sworn that I written this
But I
Yo baby
I see you lookin' at me
Word up, just talk to me
And tell me what's on your mind, haha
When I'm alone, I close my eyes
To think of you
.jpg/256px-The_Black_Madonna_at_All_Points_East_Festival_2018_(cropped).jpg "The Blessed Madonna")
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