My Mind She Can Not Read
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James McLain
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There will come a time
and he may never know the smell of when the rain
and why the smell of violets good and rose,
When dolphins swim in air
and swallow naught the green sea water?
He will dance the dance and show him how
and circles dawns the sun
and morning early glimmer hope is found.
And the smaller fish in tidal pools waiting out the night.
And wild magnolias dressed in white,
each branch it trembles at the sight of wind that can't be felt.
And my heart on fire for fire like that as well it can't be seen.
Will she care at last when he is finished, done and finally gone.
My mind she can not read.
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