Quartet

Tattered, this record plays
The songs of a dream regained.
How different will this tune be?
Now that I have confiscated the copyright?

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His voice trickled in today
Quite like his usual self -
Halting and rationing himself to me
Lest there might be an overflow

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The clauses you attach to people
Are too many,
Like you are so perfect and beyond
Human reach

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like a flame licking my spirit
i am impassioned
for i want to control you,
oh! i want to control you

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There's a drape of rain
That promises to stay today.
Says it's time to cleanse the fire
Of the futile cause of my yesterdays.

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The scent of death
Envelopes your senses,
Knowing so
You'd still go into denial

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he says that he has changed,
he mingles with the simpler man, you see.
i wonder what he means by that word
for he seems to make a high-handed distinction, i see

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sometimes
you linger in my mind
like a trespassing
transgressor

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There is always another way.
Not this one that you instantly imagined
Nor that one which comes a short while later.
But the third which dawns after quiet consideration

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Don't show me these roads
Which end at no where,
I don't wish to tread upon
Your dreams.

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i still dream of her
she fills me with
a seething
sadness