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Even at this mortal hour, In the dead of Autumn’s fall, Amidst
Even at this mortal hour, In the dead of Autumn’s fall, Amidst the serious browns and crimsons Bloom the childish lilac dots. They dance pastel, and...

Do you like me putting words into your mouth? I could put some
Do you like me putting words into your mouth? I could put some other things in there. But I don’t want to stuff you full Of anything you might not w...

South Field I close my eyes and Stand in the shadowlands. Tall
South Field I close my eyes and Stand in the shadowlands. Tall wisps of lovegrass grow Up to my waist. Southwind blows My big straw hat. Clouds go t...

My job is to write your lucky songs— The ones that, when you
My job is to write your lucky songs— The ones that, when you hear them, Take the lid right off your day, And remind you all things are possible. And...