A steady beat of drums and

loud guitars calling upon

you move your hips despite

the heartache in the song.

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It’s a remembrance dance

But the rhythm is good

A somber slow move

Bright spots flicker

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There is an opposite and

remedy for dredged gloom.

I find myself joyous in little

harmonies found that bloom.

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It’s an equal reaction

Joy oozes in like sweet cream

Take your finger

And swipe a big dollop

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I am numb to what hurts

here with you spinning.

For you my dear friend I’ll

have words commencing.

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In the same way that water

Can split sunlight into a rainbow

There is a beautiful dance

Of life’s little inside joke

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Harmony is a palette and

I dab colors that it contains.

Your canvas has shades black

because you’re not that vain.

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Your palette I see is broad

And your blots are shaped

Like iron and iris

We are humbled by pain

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I want to bury you deep

inside the center of my head.

“It may hurt,” cries my mind

but I go with my heart instead.

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We shake our snow globe head

And let the glitter fall

They grow as if seed

It’s bud of black and blue

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Can you see me here now?

On my canvas there is blue.

I would not ever know love

if I didn’t know pain well too.

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Yes my eyes are open now

I see love’s whip it stings

But the rise is always worth the fall

I welcome the bury

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(Written by Stella Bailey and Jared Winchester)