Sometimes I just need the perspective of the past,
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sometimes I need ghost stories.
Wonderful old tales of wind whispered nights,
breezes warm and perfumed.
Bridge in the dark,
shadow upon it tall, and graceful.
Lady of another era.
Southern postbellum beauty
waiting quiet and strong and sensual.
Listening to some secret the water beneath her feet sings only to her,
listening to her own.
Sometimes I just need ghosts and mysteries unsolved
Sometimes I just need more questions than answers
More pain than joy
More sorrow than fulfillment.
Let me be unhappy
and I will write you a song.