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I've seen the way they look at you across the busy street, with twilight in their eyes but yours they'll never meet. Blue diamonds in the reasons you were come - returned to this. Summertime wrapped in winter blankets (stole a kiss). Left alone with a cup of yesterdays - might a penny buy (a lifetime) a softer place to lay. I've seen the world through other eyes - not the ones I'm using now. There are places one can run to, will change it all somehow. Not the mission or the marriage - not the road beyond the bend - but a house (I once was dreaming) purple walls are falling in. There's a row of stones need mending - busted down by moving on. Some mother cried (her baby came) another leaving home. There's a place he was (a place beside) my name is written there. A barbwire fence and ten year weeds - nobody left to care. But I do - I care enough to see you now. I won't turn away from anguish if it's a moment you'll allow. When I can see the best you are is colored black and blue. There's dirty words and dirty worlds - but it's the best that you can do. From here I see to times before, when wandered to and fro. Never knew where you were going, til it came the time to go. Nowhere was home, nowhere was far - far enough that you'd forget what it felt to hurt, what it meant to heal (you're waiting on that yet). I've seen the way they look at you, and I wonder if they care just how much they have to learn from you - how much you have to share.
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