Crazy-quilt Sunrise
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Heedless to a medley of covetous tongues
I know that time is incidental
And all the rapid-fire dreams merely vanish into actuality
Yet the sound of your voice still resonates fiercely
Even as I loiter in the solitude of a crazy-quilt sunshine
For one of those not-so-distant tomorrows
We'll interlock our souls with paint-stained hands
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