Cele Ackley
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I hear the flowers over there are growing,
Forgive me if I can’t enjoy them,
But over here it is still snowing,
And I have forgotten the smell of roses.
Easthampton E...
Radium Money
Think To Flow...
Crows And Mon...
I’m Not A Leg...
Distracted Dr...
Saudade
Giving Up
Tea Time
Tell The Worm...
You told me you loved me, but you just didn’t. You told me you loved me, but you just didn’t.
In exchange for peace, I sacrificed self-worth, In exchange for peace, I sacrificed self-worth,
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
Scattered words thrown to the winds don't make amends Scattered words thrown to the winds don't make amends
A friend is a love you can never let go of A friend is a love you can never let go of
The spring flowers are moist and crestfallen, the last white-flower of season The spring flowers are moist and crestfallen, the last white-flower of season
I felt crushed by the mist That bloomed in my eye I felt crushed by the mist That bloomed in my eye
Fear is a sentiment that puts us in the dark, Fear is a sentiment that puts us in the dark,
And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entra...
My wait is over. My wait is over.
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Letting go was abandoning the identity, of duality! Letting go was abandoning the identity, of duality!
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Say something, time is incoherent and infrequent Say something, time is incoherent and infrequent
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
I'm surrounded by darkness, I am alone. I'm surrounded by darkness, I am alone.
The ultimate shrine has been entrusted. The ultimate shrine has been entrusted.
Flowers are beautiful Flowers are beautiful
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