Pipe Dream
The old man blows softly into his pipe
And the wind he blows floats seemlessly into the night
And is swells and grows as he calls to the light
But the darkness knows that his calling will never alight
It will start and stuck for its ghosts that he calls with his song
but the ghost don't hear they eloped with his love long before
And the ghosts just laugh and on his heart strings they pluck
Raucous melodies brazenly running amuck
For they know that he in his memories is stuck.
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