I was a sweet baby in my mother’s arms, we were strolling through the park.
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Picnic, peace walk, progress.
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Just a baby in her arms, my politics are based on her charms.
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Triple Goddess Twilight, slow down. Feel the land, violet everywhere, I’ll meet you there.
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Mother, you died young and left me. Your twilight colors, rose, ah, burgundy, coral mist.
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What are the shades of loneliness?
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Triple Goddess Twilight, late sky violet and pink.
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All roads lead to Venus. I’ll meet you there in your dream of progress.
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My grandfather painted houses on a ladder in the sky.
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He was working class, urbane, streetwise.
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Said, “We can change the world, girl, love will inspire.”
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Told me this through whiskey and revolutionary fire.
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Triple Goddess Twilight, last trace of ruby and flame. First star leads to Venus.
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He left a war to talk in peace now. Sad life was for our dream, our dream of progress.
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Triple Goddess Twilight
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| Laura Nyro |
