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superhero
You make me happy, I would write
on a banner flying over the city.
You would see it in colors all these miles.
The day is opening. The weather will be fine.
The trees will be strong.
The trains and taxis will arrive.
Hey, I see the way you are so kind
to everyone you come by.
Do you hear me cheering for you now?
I am hollering across these grounds:
you’re a superhero, superhero,
superhero of mine.
We take our cameras out to the zoo
and ride the tram. The trees blur by,
and then we can see how the animals
are even in the clouds today.
They return your smiles.
Hey, I see the way you are so kind
to everyone you come by.
And do you hear me cheering for you now?
I would sing it out across these grounds:
you’re a superhero, superhero,
superhero of mine.
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to the library
02:51
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to the library
I went to the library to see my friends.
I went to the library to see my friends.
Walked with a gentle lion, saying to me
that his geometry was easier now.
I went to the library to see my friends.
I went to the library to see my friends.
Holding on to guitars, we sailed in a boat
through the rain in the yards,
singing our songs.
And it’s you and me, I’m not alone.
It’s you and me, I’m not alone.
I went to the library to see my friends.
I went to the library to see my friends.
Birthdays in gardens on rooftops,
green in the middle of the wintertime,
and snow in the summer.
And it’s you and me, I’m not alone.
It’s you and me, I’m not alone.
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i would sing along
In the low light,
in the lowest notes,
I hear him singing sweetly.
An elephant sings someone to sleep.
And I would sing with him,
on the steps of our building,
in the city, in the very,
very pinkish evening.
We would be there waving
to everyone driving by us on our street,
and they would smile.
And I would hear his song,
and I would sing along,
and I would sing along.
In a film I saw, maybe last springtime,
an elephant is painting,
in blues and in greens and oranges.
Maybe he is painting the sea
and remembering his family vacationing
at the seaside.
I would swim by his side,
look for shells at low tide,
and pebbles shining in the water.
And I would hear his song,
and I would sing along,
and I would sing along.
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george in the car
George, I was at the kitchen table eating my bread,
when this great light came from reading your poem.
I haven’t been that surprised in recent memory.
And there are cities in our house,
and there are trees in our house since then.
George in the car,
a field of stars, lavender and white.
And riding out over these long miles
you’re waving to me a sign to be alive.
George, I would like to say
how I saw seven dogs on this one single morning.
The sky was that kind of grey that is beautiful.
They were traveling, going by.
George in the car,
a field of stars, lavender and white.
And writing out over these long miles,
you’re waving to me a sign: to be alive.
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this is a song in wintertime
We’re standing in line, in the movie line.
It’s cold. We see our breathing.
And this is a song in wintertime.
It’s strange to be out in evening.
And standing underneath the same sky
everybody sees the snow begin
falling at the light of street lamps
shining on the corner, lifting our eyes.
And we all start to smile.
And everybody starts talking to everybody.
And now it’s really snowing.
And we’re walking in to see the movie.
But this will be the memory,
that standing underneath the same sky
everybody sees the snow begin
falling at the light of street lamps
shining on the corner, lifting our eyes.
And we all start to smile,
smile, smile.
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map for the orange daylight
Sail on leaves, the radiant stars.
On the sunny arm of the road embark.
And my heart fills up with all.
And my heart fills up with all the beautiful world,
and our hope.
Steady, on beat, on the sunny arm of the road,
embark to the lovely hour.
And my heart goes out to all.
And my heart goes out to all,
and the beautiful world
of our hope.
And my heart lifts up with all.
And my heart lifts up with all the beautiful world
of our hope.
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sister birds
02:18
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sister birds
Sister birds, will you call me out?
Sister birds, will you wake me then?
I do not want to lose any hour.
I do not want to lose any hour.
All the lawn and the house will flower
in the lovely world of light.
I will be free in the summertime.
I want to be in the summertime.
I can walk on for another mile.
The canal and the road will shine.
Even into the forest lies
the lovely world of light.
Songs I heard along these boulevards,
all words gone,
and also is my courage tried.
But oh I’m alive.
I wish I knew who lived in that house,
and every side street I can’t go down,
and every window to catch the sun,
every window to catch the sun.
And do they feel the same,
everyone in the lovely world of light?
Sister birds, will you call me out?
Sister birds, will you wake me then?
I do not want to lose any hour.
I do not want to lose any hour.
All the lawn and the house will flower
in the lovely world of light.
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for a giraffe
To ride a giraffe there,
to ride a giraffe there.
To reach for the leaves to feed him,
and be light as cool air,
and high on his back there,
and burden not my old friend.
And we will ride out into the morning,
we will ride out into the morning.
And we will ride out into the morning,
eating breakfast in the park,
and head out into the countryside,
head out into the countryside,
talking about small things,
listening to peaceful skies.
And we will ride to school in the morning,
we will ride to school in the morning.
And we will ride to school in the morning,
and he will come back for me, three o’clock.
And we’ll head out into the countryside,
head out into the countryside,
talking about small things,
listening to peaceful skies.
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a song is way above the lawn
Stayed awake talking with my mom.
I stayed up talking with my dad.
We were looking at the stars.
We planned packing up the car
for the long, long drive to the west coast,
for the five day drive to the redwoods,
and the seaside drive into Oregon.
Now we’re up, up early, with the sun.
A song is way above the lawn.
A song is way above the lawn.
I wake to the sounds.
The dishes clink,
the low piano rolls along the lawn,
is coming from, coming from,
William’s, William’s, or somewhere,
somewhere, and is beautiful.
Arrives in a country of sun.
A song is way above the lawn.
A song is way above the lawn.
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flowers
02:19
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flowers
Beautiful child, tomorrow we will walk
under the pink magnolias,
and many signs of spring will sing
to our eyes and our ears,
and we will hear every song of every bird.
And we will bloom in love from the buildings like flowers.
Yes, we will bloom in love, and love will shine forever.
Dearest of friends, tomorrow when we wake
the yard will soon fill with the song of your voice,
and the rooms with squares of sun.
And we will be listeners and we will be peacemakers.
And we will bloom in love from the buildings like flowers.
Yes, we will bloom in love, and love will shine forever,
forever.
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