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Feels Like Sunday Morning

Precipitation fell upon our little blue green island,
Floating in the sea of fallen leaves and forgotten cargo.
Rivers of spilled shiraz,
Rivers of spent tears.
To join the sand and flowers of our blanketed past.
Yesterday was history,
Tomorrow will be fantasy,
And tomorrow's yesterday is but a fracture of reality.
Tales of the blue and green resounds in time.
Remembered in yours as it will always be in mine?

For it was not into my ear you whispered,

But into my heart.

It was not my lips you kissed,

But my soul.

Yet,

If sunsets could conjure rainbows,

Whisper not to me of the rising sun,

On a wet sunday morning.

suf rambled at 7/09/2006 04:25:00 pm

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Words for the moment

Never know how much I love you,
Never know how much I care.
When you put your arms around me,
I get a fever that's so hard to bear.
You give me fever,
When you kiss me,
Fever when you hold me tight.

Fever.
In the the morning,
Fever all through the night.

Sun lights up the daytime,
Moon lights up the night.
I light up when you call my name,
And you know I'm gonna treat you right.
You give me fever,
When you kiss me,
Fever when you hold me tight.

Fever.
In the the morning,
Fever all through the night.

Everybody's got the fever,
That is something you all know.
Fever isn't such a new thing,
Fever started long ago.

What a lovely way to burn.