Dylan-esque
in the Sunshine.
(Two
Bob's tale.)
Bob
can rock the square,
Castle
mount sets in sunlight,
Upon
moods of yesteryear.
Music
from a golden era,
Where
we remembered Carina.
And
we worried not, about
Even
the little things, nor
Three
little birds singing their
Messages
of hope.
Fingers
flicking rhythmically
Can
coax out our warmest
Wishes
for a brand new world.
Let
the music man guide our
Hearts
skyward in a rapture.
Melody
can be a soothsayer,
To
the rebels without a cause,
Where
a redemption song calls
Us
to be singing as one...
One
love...!
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