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The Song
I had a long talk
With the musician today
Asked him the thing that
Drives him to play,
He looked at me hard
And he looked at me long
In a wooden like voice
Said it’s simply the song,
The song you hear
With your woman at night
The words that echo
When you’re full of fright,
The rhythm that flows
Through everyone
The drums that beat
When your lover has come,
It’s simply the song
He never smiled but he said
It’s simply the song
That plays in your head.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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