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Ondine She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black. --Bob Dylan 2005-11-20 9:57 PM Midnight Moonlight Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) |
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I think I have turned back into a hippy. Another wild weekend. I am tired and I have to clean the dojo, still. Going to go to bed early. Every step taken is new and away from my old life. I grieve and I revel. I get so confused. I miss Angela. Dennis told me about Plato's Caves, about the man who climbed out of the cave and saw the real world. That's me now, and it's beautiful and scary. Peter Rowan's sweet songs help. Midnight Moonlight If you ever feel lonesome And you're down in San Antone Beg, steal, or borrow Two nickels or a dime to call me on the phone I'll meet you at Alamo Mission Where we can say our prayers The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother will heal us As we kneel there In the moonlight In the midnight In the moonlight midnight moonlight In the moonlight In the midnight In the moonlight midnight moonlight If you ever feel sorrow For the deeds you have done With no hope for tomorrow In the setting of the sun And the ocean is howling For the things that might have been And that last good morning sunrise Will be the brightest you've ever seen In the moonlight In the midnight In the moonlight midnight moonlight In the moonlight In the midnight In the moonlight midnight moonlight --Peter Rowan |
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