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With All The Plans
With all the plans
And all the dreaming,
We never know
What next minute’s
Scheming ,
When disappointment
Hits, don’t hold
It long, cause
Now we’re here,
Now we’re gone,
We know that gold
Takes over man,
Just like mould
Rides over bread,
As we hold
Our lovers tight,
We know there’s
Tigers in the night,
So let’s open up
Don’t be blah,
Gently feel
What we once saw.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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