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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cymbals In Mind
[time] => 2010-01-30 20:05:24
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[bodytext] => I saw the parade Condensing into forms of want or need First as I, then as you Each hungrier than the previous A shake and they dissolve from whence they came Leaving only a steel wire ripping through time and space And at the same time asking.. "Where does this sound come from?" I don't know where it's coming from But it's got a hold on everything And just so no one gets hurt I'll go along with it The scales of justice are played out on molten metal Shimmering in the dark Its form representing an energy First, quiet as potential An artisan's secret Thought lost in time and the war They allow you to see a dream in daylight Sun, stars and moon, all I have is you now [comments] => 1 [counter] => 336 [topic] => 14 [informant] => trueecho [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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