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Some People
There are those who only hear music
Everywhere they go
Sounds that the world is playing
Or squeaky door slams
Everything is just a jam
Painters brush their art on walls
Anything is a canvass
As they entice
Netherworld observers
Poised to be seen
Posing
Perhaps those who write wills of their way
Where there's so much to be sniffed at
Falling in and out of heads
Trying to catch cold
On the verge of ruthless
At least some people
Take hold
Capture of life
With each wonder
That heart breaks
Cello weeps
Broad sweeps
Mind leaps
Death creeps
Making up and over
Where each will go from here
The legacy is clear
I refuse another cheap rhyme
Like any other time
For me to go is near
As the white lights
Mystic sights
Riders
Cacophony
Splash
I color myself in
This is the purpose of my visit
Everywhere they go
Sounds that the world is playing
Or squeaky door slams
Everything is just a jam
Painters brush their art on walls
Anything is a canvass
As they entice
Netherworld observers
Poised to be seen
Posing
Perhaps those who write wills of their way
Where there's so much to be sniffed at
Falling in and out of heads
Trying to catch cold
On the verge of ruthless
At least some people
Take hold
Capture of life
With each wonder
That heart breaks
Cello weeps
Broad sweeps
Mind leaps
Death creeps
Making up and over
Where each will go from here
The legacy is clear
I refuse another cheap rhyme
Like any other time
For me to go is near
As the white lights
Mystic sights
Riders
Cacophony
Splash
I color myself in
This is the purpose of my visit
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