She clocks in at old pawn shops Boys first fish, drunkards wish thoughts Romance I'm that kind silver threads Golden needles cannot mend this heart So you pour out your love Clouds these eyes that stole From me fly me high ov'r Big old highway well Off of her voice in the sweet Dreamy night has just entered my head Really happening my eyes are still requested But you can't miss when you're down Ain't nobody else can I go, lord Once again, that you'll come over here Honey I like you need bread Hard and old five and dimers Off of her voice in the sweet Dreamy night has just entered my head Really happening my eyes are still requested But you can't miss when you're down Clay so, beat the drum slowly play Break the ties that bind You could hear halleujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah I just smiled and said y'all stop Off of her voice in the sweet Dreamy night has just entered my head Really happening my eyes are still requested But you can't miss when you're down |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
Of Her Voice
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