ode to austin...
the bleeding colors; and the lights go up
houses on the hills
the water shimmers and flows
coffee goes down
up, up, up comes the music
denison is singing my song
and my heart takes flight
above the city street
"It's not a lover I want no more, and it's not heaven I'm pining for, but there's some spirit I used to know, that's been drowned out by the radio!"
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