I won't write a thing today. I won't even mouth a word (I know, I know, that's 2 sentences already). I will just copy-paste an all-time favourite, which a very dear and lifelong friend said was all 'me'.
My dearest friend, this is in fond remembrance of those endless days of youth. With you.
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Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way
But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away
I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way
But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day
I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
2 comments:
Hi! interesting that - the both sides POV: i work with a direct marketing agency now, based in Delhi.JWT is very gyan heavy and in the offsites and workshsops they conduct, the information overkill is killing .So long!
hey thats very beautiful....yes we talk, read speak and dream of Love and then we dont know anything about love at all.
A secret I still look at clouds and wonder at the pictures they create up there. (Let the child inside live, no matter what.)
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