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Taking time to just be
Come with me
Care of the soul
Calm ease smile breathe

Stillness speaks
Siddhartha
Taking time to just be
The quest for meaning

The quest for meaning
The lost art of being happy
Care of the soul
The Celestine Prophecy

Siddhartha
The invitation
The lost art of being happy
Zen mind, beginner’s mind

Stillness speaks
The invitation
Come with me
Mankind who searches of and for himself

Mankind who searches of and for himself
Zen mind, beginner’s mind
Calm ease smile breathe
The Celestine Prophecy

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Sat at the bar
On a bar stool
Waiting for a taxi
Waiting for a woman

A woman who recently telephoned
Waiting for a taxi
To ask if she ought to come over
Yes, she asked, did she ought to come over

Of course you said yes
With a hint of delirium you said yes
To ask if she ought to come over
Yes, yes; yes, absolutely you should come over

Sat at the bar
Now somewhat excited
A woman who recently telephoned
Of course you said yes

Now somewhat excited
On a bar stool
With a hint of delirium you said yes
Indeed spilling over with excitement

Waiting for a woman
Indeed spilling over with excitement
Yes, she asked, did she ought to come over
Yes, yes; yes, absolutely you should come over

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One white house
On one long road
One closed door
The one, who is now unapproachable, was abroad

One intense summer
One new-life louse
One spiritual destiny
One white house

From one tourniquet
One spiritual destiny
Sold for eternity
One closed door

To one line dance
In a life of chance
Sold for eternity
The one, who is now unapproachable, was abroad

One intense summer
One lost soul doing a runner
From one tourniquet
To one line dance

One lost soul doing a runner
One new-life louse
In a life of chance
On one long road

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The red telephone box is gone
Only a small square
Of flattened tar-macadam remains
Of those cross-channel love conversations

Someone once told me
Of those cross-channel love conversations
Where the calf acts as a second heart
Pumping blood around the body

Should either of these stories be true
Only a small square
Of remains would be a fine thing
Someone once told me

A place for a fountain
Of remains would be a fine thing
A place for a patch of freesias
Where the calf acts as a second heart

A scent, a memory of skin on skin
Of flattened tar-macadam remains
A place for a patch of freesias
Pumping blood around the body

Should either of these stories be true
The red telephone box is gone
A place for a fountain
A scent, a memory of skin on skin

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Sunshine soddened Friday afternoon
Soft sands, rippled for the weekend
Cigarettes packed in cabin baggage
Travelling from sun to sun

Soft sands, rippled for the weekend
Departure lounge, arrival hall
Always waiting, always kissed on greeting
Time will have its way, always, and true

The gift of time, the gift of you
Time will have its way, always, and true
There is no restraint
There need be no need for restraint

Sunshine soddened Friday afternoon
Departure lounge, arrival hall
Are we coming, are we going
The gift of time, the gift of you

Cigarettes packed in cabin baggage
Are we coming, are we going
Warm skin, bare warm skin
There is no restraint

Travelling from sun to sun
Always waiting, always kissed on greeting
Warm skin, bare warm skin
There need be no need for restraint

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