Short Stories/Song Lyrics

120 - Edge of Seventeen

Just like a white winged dove sings a song, it sounds like she's singing "whoo-whoo-whoo". And the days go by like a strand in the wind. In the web that is my own, I begin again. I said to my friend, "baby, everything stops" and nothin' else mattered. He was no more than a baby then. Well, he seemed broken hearted with somethin' within him. But the moment that I first laid eyes on him. All along the edge of seventeen. Just like a white winged dove sings a song, it sounds like she's singing "whoo-whoo-whoo". I went today. Maybe I'll go again tomorrow. The music there, well, it was hauntingly familiar. When I see you doin' what I try to do for me with their words of a poet and a voice from a choir and a melody, nothin' else mattered. Just like a white winged dove sings a song, it sounds like she's singing "whoo-whoo-whoo". The clouds never expect it when it rains. The sea changes colours, but the sea doesn't change. So with the slow graceful flow of age, I went forth with an age old desire to please on the edge of seventeen. Just like a white winged dove sings a song, it sounds like she's singing "whoo-whoo-whoo". Then suddenly, there was no one left standing in the hall; in a flood of tears that no one really ever heard fall at all. When I went searching for an answer, up the stairs and down the hall; not to find an answer, just to find the call of a nightbird singing "come away". Just like a white winged dove sings a song, it sounds like she's singing "whoo-whoo-whoo". Well, I hear you in the morning and I hear you at nightfall. Sometimes, to be near you is to be unable to hear you. I'm a few years older than you, my love. Just like a white winged dove sings a song, it sounds like she's singing "whoo-whoo-whoo".

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