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Am I only to be seen in fleeting glimpses?

Perhaps a stain upon memories wall,

Watching through the silhouettes

Of tomorrow’s past?



These days the singer sings

Hums to himself in perfect melancholy

Yet the dancers know not the steps

Touch from the lyric forebodes them



Step to the left?

Step to the right?

Holding tight they strain

Deciphering the lyrics meaning



Perhaps they really don’t want to know

And as I stand in the pouring rain

Rehearsing an Alzheimer antidote in my mind

I still hear myself…softly singing



9/29/03