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yes, i try to laugh

to smile 

to think

but the memories of you 

just run through my mind

i wouldn't call it depression

and it's not melancholy

but words of wisdom surround

and then knock on my door

the surreal affection 

i feel for the missing

the painful eruption

when all's said and done

i wouldn't trade a huge fortune

for the fortune is just you

the play's the whole thing

and not one minute more

whence upon that pure morning

when all is surreptitious

surrounded and hounded by those that we love

they're all so attendant

they're faithfully giving

but the meaning is empty

with these holes in the floor

and i'm not that different

even though i try to be

but it's not love you're seeking

you're seeking nothing for sure

and all the sandtraps in hades

wouldn't sink me this deep

into darkness and chaos

unable to go on

there is something

worth learning

although nothing's for certain

maybe not soon - maybe never again

there's one way to feel 

and thats open your heart up

you can't know where that leads you

or even for sure

all the love gets congested

there's buzzcocks in heaven

and music and people are just that - and again

the flowers

the quarries

the righteous

the losers

a few minutes together 

and then we are done