when the poet sings chords by L.A. Salami
Intro 1
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upon the autumn street
Verse 1
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s when the city is away
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on some lonesome quest for winter
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the man who sings his poem
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s unravels his display
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and the neon spectrums turn to splinters
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and the nights are cold sometimes
but never for his pages
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they don't sway against this
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wilderof the stage
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and the ageless battle cries I
unearthed from my eyes
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no longer writhe because the singing
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poet is wise
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Verse 2
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they said that love of mine
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won't wither
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that time will bring a treasure
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trove of things
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and the shadows now are
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just a sliver
but still it stings
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but it doesn't matter
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when the poet sings
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Verse 3
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under the smoky chimes of
roll up cigarettes and rhymes
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beneath the ponds
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of makeshift filters
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he told me that my sorries were
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really not worth their weight
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sometimes
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and it was best to let them wither
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and though I've sung and rung
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those bells of innocence undone
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with the side of the sun
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but within his song I sail
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amongst the sounds where
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sunlight fell
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when my experience begun
and when I'm weather- worn
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the virtues of my mind have torn away
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and no such sounds won't stray
Verse 4
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and if I keep my sorries they'll not
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wither
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and time will bring a treasure
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trove of things
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and the shadows now are
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just a sliver
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but still it stings
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but it doesn't matter
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when the poet sings
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Verse 5
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and when this drifting debutante
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Madonna's come of age
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and her days of youth are over
she and I will both surmise
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that the poet's song will brush
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aside this man
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just as the infant's sorrows hold her
Verse 6
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and on the day that I am slayed
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and by the colors of my mind
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betrayed
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on the silence of the stage
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the poet's song will set apart
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and turn to flames my weary rungs
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and set my
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phenomenons ablaze
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he said my charming death
Verse 7
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would wither
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and time would bring
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a treasure trove of things
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and the shadows now are just a sliver
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but still it stings
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but it doesn't matter
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when the poet sings (x)
Outro 1
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when the poet sings
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