vanilla

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one more song

Posted by vanilla on Thursday, 9 October, 2008

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people outside, waiting in line,
with pockets full of change,
song titles in their mind;
but i still want to go on
listening to your song,
blinking lyrics on monitors,
feedback and microphone,
glass walls, glass corridors…

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sing one more song,
i want to stay longer,
just one more song…

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whichever you choose, it doesn’t matter,
every coin drop, a few minutes,
every song, another moment
of your beauty upon my senses;
‘coz the songs don’t matter,
its your charms i’m after,
moments like this comes too seldom
let the world wait, and sing one more song…

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one more song,
there’s so much of you i want to see,
just one more song…

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and when our pockets are empty,
our roads parted,
as i roam the streets alone,
i’ll sing one more song,
and another after that;
‘coz every song’s a minute closer
to the moment i’ll be seeing you again,
my angel…
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