george mccrae – i get lifted

Walking through the springtime evening, walking without thought or feeling, walking without the feel of the breeze breezing, perfectly calm perfectly clear, walking without the Monday fear but clear with the beat of the beat beating, the keys sprinkled in, like the rays of the sun shining, writing these words without the thought of time but in time all about timing, and I am writing with the thought that my thoughts have shifted to the thought of George McCrae I Get Lifted



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