Buda (Gustavo Acioli), Mark Lambert
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Deep in December (Gustavo Acioli/Mark Lambert)
Sometimes people remember
But then they forget
Where it all comes from
Sometimes people assume things
But then they regret
Talking to no one
And so, long ago, it began,
without a sound, without a name, it just was
there, in the dark informing all that would be
Back there, in the mud, in the blood,
Without a date, without a face, it just was
And it would be, deciding most of
Who we would be and then what we would see
Sometimes deep in December
It rings like a bell
From where we belong
Treats you like an acquaintance
And well it should
Cause it’s all in you
And so, years from now, it will be
Without a where, without a why, you will see
There in the light, recalling all that had been
Right here, in your grin, in your skin,
Without a shout, without a doubt, it just is
And it will be, revealing all of
Who that we are, we’re a multiple star
Sometimes people remember
But then they forget
Where it all comes from
Sometimes people review things
In a cold sweat
Waiting for no one
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