Lyrics to Freedom
Freedom Video:
The sun again over the harbor Changes the windows Like old yellowed mirrors On Rembrandtsplein The pipes in their places Beside floral couches Where you lie Evening encounters At Paradiso with him The gentle poetry Of fingertips The verses drifted Apart in the Spring Lingering verses Remaining within Haiku are words to be counted now Five seven five Friends is a word to be wanted now Searching through colored beads Velveteen curtains And doctors' names The winter finds you alone With yellowed back issues Of Rolling Stone And old Alohas Worn Chinese carpet upon the floor Half the White Album All of the Basement Tapes And bootleg Stones And new life styles Have found old death styles All their own

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