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A Haiku
Sung to the tune of “Can’t Help Falling In Love With You”
As each day arrives, he will open up his mind.
To the suffering and joy he sees in all of humankind.
Sometimes They tell you things you need to hear
Sometimes They tell you things you shouldn’t hear
I had been in one of those sleeps which do not let go of the heart,
And was thick-tongued and weepy, searching blindly in the dark sleeping car for my papers.
Lyrics are not complete as poetry. They are created with an additional element, and you just can’t take that away- it’s like printing a poem without any vowels. The music is integral to the form- most of the time.