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Give Me Some Love (a song lyric)
Give me some love to let the day begin
A love to be sure in its much disguise
Everywhere is sunshine from within
Like a day that is coming in its rise
You and I forever like drifting clouds
Feeling the ways to give so much there of
Lonely people sometimes in crowds
With our only purpose in our true love
What is it to be in love always again?
There is a purpose from some of all this
Search and you will find joy within and then
Every road leads to undying of bliss
Together flying high to the mornings found
Something there always coming around
Peter S. Quinn
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Give Me Some Time
Give me some time
Let me be in your way
As the hours climb
Meeting on the new day
All is in your giving
What it is you must
Right way on to living
If its me you trust
Flowers grow from seed
In the gardens bed
Never of love be curried
If its truth ahead
Yesterdays were knowing
What you had to make
And in tomorrows showing
Flowers it did awake
Like the wind goes round
So is love in turn
All its passion found
As its ways must burn
Let summer days be bright
In your love and waking
Before long comes night
And your heart is aching
Peter S. Quinn
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1839.
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Give Me the Dreams
Give me the dreams
That goes beyond
Summerfield streams
Inside and around
Everything new
To grasp close and dear
Sweetly on through
And always near
We lose our ways
With feelings alone
Existence it plays
To lives end zone
When nothings plain
And we arent aware
Our search was in vain
Through walkways bare
Give me the blessing
To find what I need
Loneliness is trespassing
Into my feelings deed
And everything I hold
Is not here to stay
Like a heart stone-cold
Its beats now play
Peter S. Quinn
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Give Me the Freshness
Now come here and bring your tuneful with you
Every singing of its stream and ways
Like water drizzling and filling with plays
Each mood of its rainfall coming here through
Give me the freshness of journals of heart
The longings and feelings that never die
Like a morning of daybreak's coming sky
Truth that lies behind each horizon start
Give me the knowing that peace is ready
To find and deliver happenings around
The readings I hear in the callings there
Every footfall that paces in steady
With growth to deliver in wilderness found
Something that only freedom could steer
Peter S. Quinn
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