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there's no holding on
the wind is too strong
Dixie when the heart wanders
do you ever wonder
effortlessly without feeling
the tempest is a stranger
stranger than we want
the corners hold reflection
doubt is our inspection
climb the walls of guilt
behind the face of solitude
desperate missiles are launched
if you are pregnant we'll have another
I wonder when the end is here
is it in my ears
the community gardens
are the microcosms
of all that sound
and around surround
tiles on floors
and ever opening doors