On Rhyming. Really.

ROBERTO TUAREG E SAND CREATION.....INSIEME E' ...

Yellow fairy dust lies on the dawn
white golden dew drops
dance upon the lawn

the trees sway to the gentle breeze
space monkeys in disguise
begin to sneeze

alleyways and back lit stores
and the cats and dogs whisper no more

Who will hear the pavement cold?
Who will hear the crying dove?
Who sings a song that no one dances too?

Time is past.

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