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Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.
Vicktor Emil Frankl
Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet's eye
You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
Neil Diamond, Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Neil Diamond
Helplessly hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses
Of gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of good-bye
Graham Nash, Stephen Stills & David Crosby, Helplessly Hoping
Helplessly Hoping, Crosby, Stills, and Nash
How could you
You are the river
Pour out of this life
How could you
You are the morning bird
Who sang me into life every day
Fly away
You are the blood of me
The harvest of my dreams
There's nowhere I can find peace
And the silence won't cease
Nothing's quite...
Sade, Morning Bird
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EDIT: Tick was right, so here's one
Detail and textures are amazing. I'm surprised you didn't include a song by The Byrds. 😊
It's like a cave in the side of a cliff and the birds have come home to roost. It's about leaving, returning and the freedom to do as you choose.
Excellent work and music.
TicK
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