Black Sheep Riot's listening history
I wish you could see
The beautiful light
That surrounds you
It touches me, touching you
We look at these pictures
When we were young
Long for yesterday
When we knew nothing
Now we know so much
Too many things
Why can’t we let go
Forget everything…
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Her name was Rosemarie Jean and I have lost contact with her. She wrote the poem I turned into Beneath the August Moon.
I SAW ROSE AGAIN TODAY
I saw Rose again today
And I recognized the way
My heart reached out
With unturned fingers…
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