Joni Mitchell

Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires
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You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows
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He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified, and we laughed how our perfect world would always be denied
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Fear is the wilderland, stepping stones or sinking sand
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Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win
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We love our loving, but not like we love our freedom
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Something's lost, but something's gained, in living everyday
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We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind
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I could drink a case of you
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Don’t it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got til it's gone?
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Land of snap decisions, land of short attention spans, nothing is savored long enough to really understand
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The times you impress me the most are the times when you don't try
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Loving is touching souls
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Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell
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Now old friends are acting strange. They shake their heads, they say I've changed