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MORNING WALTZ
The music keeps becoming more free, more freeing, more enlightening, more enchanting.

RAIN ON THE CITY

Rain on the city. Dancing on the street . Love in my heart and soul. Rain on the city. Dancing on the street. I play my guitar to talk to you. I play my guitar to reach you. I play my guitar to be you. There's lotsa rain on the city. Dancing on the street. There's lotsa love in my heart and soul. I look in your eyes to see you. I look in your eyes to be you. I look in your eyes to reach you. There's lotsa rain on the city. There's lotsa love in my heart and soul. Dancing on the street. I play my guitar to be you. I play my guitar to free you. I look in your eyes to see you. I look in your eyes to be you. Rain on the city. There's lotsa rain on the city. Love in my heart and soul. Dancing on the street. Rain on the city.

I THANK THEE GOD OF LOVE

Oh, how Thy mystical night has come to bring voices of truth to mine
Oh, how Thy mystical night has brought a dream to comfort me
Oh, how Thy night all mystical has come with full moon and arms and voices, angels, and angel children, to hold and calm me in my hour of enlightenment and transformation
Oh, how Thy mystical light, Thy mystical Self comes so real, so kind, so true, so perfect. I thank thee God of Love.

ALL THINGS ARE FREE IN A DREAM

Morning's sadness fades into spring. Summer's gladness helps me to sing winter's song, sometimes long but all thing are free in a dream. Somewhere in the still of the night, music in the soul of the light. All is bright, all is right and all things are free in a dream.

Starlight and shower, long, lonely hours upon some mountain high inches from the sky watching time go by, strolling on a late afternoon, got nowhere to be pretty soon, like some free flowing stream, all things are free in a dream.

SING THIS SONG

Nothing matters on this perfect day
you were here and then you went away
nothing's right but maybe nothing's wrong
maybe I'll just sing this song
(The) sun looks lonely
in the sky above
I feel something and it may be love?
I'm not sure because it's been so long
maybe I'll just sing this song
My heart is open
I'm in touch with everything
some things can be spoken
other things I have to sing
I sing this moment
and the moments I once knew
I could sing forever
but right now, I sing for you
(It's) some enchanted and amazing day
everything just seems to go my way
nothing's right, and maybe nothing's wrong
maybe I'll just sing this song.

GALINDO -- I met this man today. His face was gray and his suit was a light blue color. He told me his name was Galindo. Galindo had orange hair, a sun of sun, a glance of Elderberry wine. I asked Galindo if he had change for a dollar, quarters, dimes, nickels. He said he'd been dreaming that he'd been asleep and that as soon as he could unravel his consciousness he'd be glad to listen to me again because the first time I'd spoken he'd only seen fig trees and buzzing bees followed by sensuous children, he and the neighbors and me, he'd thought. He asked, where'd you grow up? I said to Galindo that I'd grown up in East L.A. He said, just as I thought. You were known as the maestro, yes? Yes, I said. He said he was known as Rosito the Coward and that he'd be surprised if we'd ever truly met since he was mostly known as Rosito but had rarely met anyone face to face for he was too shy to be out in public too much and yes, he had no change. I told him that it was okay and that I'd better be going and that it was good to finally meet him and to hear his remembrances. He said from what he could recall about seeing me around as a child and now meeting me that I was still a nice guy and that I hadn't changed a bit.

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