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WHERE ARE YOU NOW HARRY CHAPIN? I learned a long time ago, a time some poets call yesteryear, From a little pill called blue micro dot that time is meaningless, and stands still The past and the future ran together into pixels I couldn't quite understand. But I do now - maybe because the years that have gone by have gained me insight So when I was listening to Harry this morning singing a haunting song, "That anyplace is a better place 'cause that's where I want to be", the past rushed forward and smacked me between the ears Harry sang as if he were here; he really was here and now But he is dead. However, his music, his voice lives on Isn't that the 'here and now?' I mean, I'm listening to him now I am listening to him here, and the past in my mind does not exist I listened intently to his message, and learned once again That here I am, and it's where I want to be "cause there ain't no place to go but here" So long Harry, and thanks for the lesson [again]. |
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Oh so melancholy mood!
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