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A Solace To Remember

We boarded the West Coast Train From Anvil Station in the North Handfuls of confetti and non-complaint It was the casual day of Rome And off to our irregular day of calligraphy There was a calling to be in Sitting waist-high to a candle We knew the heights of glory fun

Exceptions to every worry would find us Leaving slow-pulse long behind And for the travel of Sanhedrin We decorated war and dawn and time

New thoughts about the express things we are As forgiving kind of chaps Wanting off but ever waiting The warming sky told us to run

Seahorses, land and the moon We were fitting for sky and water I’ve never loved nobody like this day of non-regret But keeping fire upon my years and Earthen high

Over the waves and profiting Of golden peace and regrets last Introspection for all that literature that remained Women passed and said goodbye

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Newest things of Summer this time The agony of peace when it is clear I loved The Lord and still do now Times of solace, times of Rome

Still wishing less of wanderlust in benediction It’s probably best that we move on Miami is not fit for a sailor But I remember what went on

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The Risen Lord will move the sun Across a long and barren sky We signed up for strong assurance That this would be our only high In loving peace and to remain Promised blues and new accounts Of having lived in striving love Best ahead, the sky and sun