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| It Renior said it, with paint and canvass Van Gogh echoed it as well Shakespeare used his words To speak, of loves... hell Some light a candle To soothe the weary soul Others rely on wisdom and time They amble, when dealt a crushing blow Yet, some choose Any means of solace they can For me it�s three chord blues Of Stevie Ray, and Bobbie Blue Bland Never could paint an artists� picture Or rope the wind with song So I try to use the words of endearment To help the night move along Reflections of past during the day Dreams of love during the night Speak to the heart of one in dismay As I bask in the candle light Dreams of a dreamer Sometimes serve fitful restless time amiss Taste the passion dream the dreams Of far away, yesterdays Love schemes, hearts in total bliss Artists� paint it Poets write it I remember it My ramblings�show it Copyright � 2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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