| Paul Miller |
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| A singer, songwriter, poet and a heart full of many lost loves. Still only a voice crying out from the great abiss we all call cyber-space, searching; yes; finding, maybe, but still never giving up. Life, that beautiful gift abounded to us all, though I am lost at times still excitingly I wonder, where will this next journey take me. A true blue Gemini, still waiting to be captured. |
| Come in, I've been expecting you. A knock on the door and Love walks through. It lights the fire and smiles the smile, As though Love were going to stay awhile. The fire breathes and weaves the spell, but then Love runs out of lies to tell. For Love is restless, Loves a flirt. Love has places to go and people to hurt. So here's the shovel to smoother the flame, tomorrow you'll barely remember my name, and I'll try to forget you my dearest one, as a prisoner tries to forget the sun. For life holds no purpose, Love holds no charms. Since I beheld you, In anothers arms. |
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