Voice In The Pines
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Barry Middleton
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there's a voice in the pines
that keeps spinning out rhymes
and the melodies lost long ago
and I hear it so well
and yet no one can tell
as I smile in the dim afterglow
now the echoes grow faint
still I have no complaint
so I heed to the rhythm and rhyme
then I write a new song
won't you please sing along
till the metronome stops keeping time
there's a voice in the trees
on a lyrical breeze
but the night closes in like a spell
and as I fall asleep
where the rhythm runs deep
then the muse is the toll of a bell
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