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Three Seasons so FreeA season of love is a season so free,but three seasons of us has come to me.You've opened me up in every direction,searching me out but I expect no correction.You've analyzed my every dream,without a doubt you've made it seemthat I am perfect for you, and you for meand our three seasons of lovehave been three seasons so free.
More us and less me.The more I sleep the less I speak,The more I know the less I see,The more I walk the less I run,The more you smile the less I think.All I really want is to be...Be the one that you call me,But without you I cannot be me,because without us there is no we.
Sleep.When the birds fly past the moon at ten,A whisper glides beyond the sea,A foot of sand blackened by night,Disappears with the castle it built,The tide melts to an orange glow,And wooden limbs lay down to sleep,A light shines back and forth through fog,While swimmers out deep wave their flags.A silence falls over the door of a mind,A section of wall seems to shut so tight,Silken thread rises up to the jowls of man,And his beauty lies closely beside him,The rising stairs talk while a horse rocks beside,The old lovers, whose minds intertwine,Nothing is moving inside or out,For the light has abandoned the dusk.