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I Have a Time Machine
02:58
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I have a time machine that lets me go back through the years, to when we were young
Back through the melodies, hands pointing upward at night
Nothing is ever exactly as I had remembered it so long ago
Is it illusion, or were these the thoughts that I thought?
I kept a barbershop quartet alive when the ship they were on sank at sea, but when I went back they were gone and the ship was afloat
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White Fluffy Cloud
03:16
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White fluffy cloud above, are you so low you cover the robin’s nest?
Squinting i change your shape to my brother’s face, surprised
Marshmallow cloud so high, if i could reach you how I would slumber there
If not for rain my dreams would be light as air and fair
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Autumn Walk
03:56
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I took a walk one autumn evening to see the stars and hear the leaves
I filled my head with rushing wind and memories
Last summer when we went to the park, a frisbee game in the parking lot
A silent night when all the town is sleeping
I walked past fountains in patches of streetlights
Gold colored circles before me
The hazy path of overgrown bricks, the canopy of oak and maple
The tiny homes tucked behind the hedges
A clearing south of 26th street, where neon lights washed out the old trees
The stars reflected fresh upon the asphalt
I turned around back thru the corridor to my home
Out of the commerce and flatness
Walked back past fountains in patches of streetlights
Gold colored circles before me
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Was It a Dream?
02:33
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I looked out the window to see if I could see you
The birds outside were singing a song
The sun shining down through the crooked leaves cast flickring and dancing light onto the ground below
The sky was an ocean, the kite was a sailboat
And the wind was there to push it along
A glance to windowsill fleeting hope
A turn to the driveway behind me to feel the warmth
Was it a tired routine
Was it a brief escape
Was it a dream I made to mirror this?
A code in a notebook, a ring of the bell
A secret place to leave you a note
The smell of the stamps in the postal room
The smell of the books as a new perfume to wear
Was it a home I kept
Was it a warm retreat
Was it a dream i made to mirror this?
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Time Keeps Moving On
02:52
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Days go by and days go by,
and time keeps moving on
But I will miss you every hour that I am not with you
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Mayor of Donutville Detroit, Michigan
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