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--Cool Memories--
Under closed eyelids, The hologram of memory. The special brilliance of everything, in an instant. To let an image live again. To hear again the crunch of steps on hard snow. The whistle of the rope, pulled down. The bite of the cold. The fullness of the night. To let an image live again. The concentrated, intense time of elsewhere. And although a thousand miles from all that, Seek, eyelids closed, The image of an eminent freedom. |
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Whistling softly in the dark
Is a better cure than anything For a confused mind searching for an answer Whistling loudly enough to drown out that little voice inside your head Is a better way than any other To prevent miscommunication of feelings Whistling quickly for a dog Is a necessary task If you wish to be a best friend in return And whistling a tune all your own Is the only way To survive this life in one piece |
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Whistling softly in the dark
Is a better cure than anything For a confused mind searching for an answer Whistling loudly enough to drown out that little voice inside your head Is a better way than any other To prevent miscommunication of feelings Whistling quickly for a dog Is a necessary task If you wish to be a best friend in return And whistling a tune all your own Is the only way To survive this life in one piece |
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