Roll in the tide
by Ivan G Rehorek
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The hands that flutter on the keyboard
Are two birds at daybreak
And the rest of the band rolls in the tide
Shouting waves and dancing clouds
And my own heart leaps high
At the hands that flutter on the keyboard
Those rills and runs and somersaults
The air rushes in and out with a roar
And the rest of the band rolls in the tide
Until there’s nothing left but
To bring it all back from the brink
Those hands that flutter on the keyboard
It’s all over now bar the laughing
And now the crowd joins in with applause
As the rest of the band rolls in the tide
For those hands that flutter on the keyboard…
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