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How overused this plot full of tears has grown
The episodic romances of the lilac morning
Come singing of horrible hidden things
And I, the elusive lover, my cliché '77 Camaro parked along the trail,
Will spread the same blanket of liaisons past
Stained by a body brimming hues of wine
Ghosts embedded in red splotched fabric
As the dramatic music dissolves into the surf in diminuendo
A car races eager into the midday sun
In a drunken stupor, fell from the bluffs
Brakes cut like memories loose
Throwing up the newly-excavated earth
Playing the maniacal epilogue of laughter