He was the peace in me
The dawn, the rain, the lily dove
Some called it music
He called it love
where all's fair
But I was only leasing him;
didn't even want to
pull his hair
because when you know these things-
that he's bound to go-
you let him keep
his unclipped wings,
you let his music flow
And now the peace that was in me
is, I don't know.
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