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Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain

Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly

The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.

The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

That he not busy being born
Is busy dying

I'm a poet, and I know it
Hope I don't blow it.

I wrote this song. I hope you like it. I'm only starting, but I hope that it's good!

In The Glow Of Love

All over the city
I see the parachutes coming down
And there’s no time to tell you
How much I miss you now

This will be a great day - This will be a great day

In the glow of love – dreaming endlessly
In the glow of love – I know that we will meet
So we don’t feel alone, so we don’t feel alone

You’re smiling sweetly
My eyes follow you around
And there’s no time to tell you
How beautiful you are

This has been a great day - This has been a great day

In the glow of love – dreaming endlessly
In the glow of love – I know that we will meet
So we don’t feel alone, so we don’t feel alone

In the glow of love

im sorry, forgot to say that i liked your poetry! it's nice