I was very thoughtful
this morning; Yet nothing flowered
I had no childhood snaps, neither sketches
So I dreamed on point blank
Triggers were made in abundance
Somewhere in mid afternoon
I shouted, shouted and shouted
And I could shout
On my father
On the scorching Sun
Yet they prevailed
And I summoned to it
A melody for tomorrow
this morning; Yet nothing flowered
I had no childhood snaps, neither sketches
So I dreamed on point blank
Triggers were made in abundance
Somewhere in mid afternoon
I shouted, shouted and shouted
And I could shout
On my father
On the scorching Sun
Yet they prevailed
And I summoned to it
A melody for tomorrow
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