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Into the valley (revised) Delusions I have none Illusions I have many Memories I have lots Regrets unlike Sinatra too many to mention Were I a musician I would write basso forte with lots of horns I am a singer of life Too soon old and too late smart True, true, true Maybe it’s not too late for dreams and to bare fruit. In the apex at the end there is much to do Do not cry for me Argentina but traipse along quarter notes in perfect synchronization while a 1000 member chorus rasps out a tune they know nothing about nor nothing about the author who only wishes the comfort of those he cannot hold or reach… As the 180 pulls another hammer turn and slides downwards the pilot only smiles as he sees what’s rushing by Life is a quarter note he thinks |
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