dino evans Biography

Have you ever see a headstone, with the dates of life and death? ..
There always seems to be a dash between...
That dash is every moment, that a person ever lived...
But only birth and death are what is seen...
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WRITTEN ON THE WIND

I look up in the morning, above the cool green leaves,
Through the branches, there, they take my eyes,
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Sometimes late at night, I watch the ceiling from my bed,
And lying in the darkness, hear a sound inside my head,
Not a sound explained in any book I've ever read,
I hear the distant memories, of things my father said.
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Sitting here, doing all the same old things I'm used to
Watching clouds move in, to dropp the rain
Then there's one small clear, and shining patch of blue
Reminding me of you, I smile again
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Her name is as a cool spring whisper in the breeze...
Her eyes can pale the color of the sky...
A voice that can bring a strong man to his knees...
Sweet music to the heart, and to the eyes...
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