the wind blows blue sunshine into my heart
as the seagulls sing that it's spring
my jacket and windows are open to breathe
it's the air of life living that's the thing
right here and right now things will only improve
and much later we can worry about ends
it's a sine wave of life that we climb filled with joy
to make up for the deaths and the steep downward trends
the universe is as manic depressive as we
it can't help it, you see, 'cause it's you
so if you're alive and the world is in love
then know that you're loving anew
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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