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Book of love in front of me

Tries to bite my chin;

Angel right behind my shoulder

Waits to do me in;

I wish I had a heart

To walk me like a dog –

But life’s a sweet thing,

Going up in smoke.

Used to be a passenger,

Now they take me as their own;

Used to be a fisher-king

But now my cross is gone.

I wish I had some faith,

But all I do is talk –

And life’s a sweet thing,

Going up in smoke.

We could be engineers,

We could drive a coach;

Could be real New Age

With positive approach.

I wish I still could laugh,

I wish it was a joke –

But life’s a sweet thing,

Going up in smoke.

Eloise

Standing in the rain outside

Wondering if the sky is really made out of air

There she is, always looking right at me

But is she? I can’t really tell

And I don’t really care

Eloise

Something of the child

Something of the bride

And sometimes

Just not there.

Help me, please,

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