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I want to scream
I want to dance
and learn to play the guitar
just to sit back and write
sharing my poems with the wind
Give me nothing
for I have it all
it was given unto me
my inheritance by birth
before falling here on Earth
Drinking wine
playing music day and night
writing poetry under the desert sun
in Santa Fe no one asks where you're from
you are always home
I am the secret of life
coming to you late at night
in your dreams
in a song
you will see me in a flower by the road
mprosopon@gmail.com
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