Letting radio songs inform my moods
Hope may be offered but I don't find it likely
It'll deliver me from a hearty brood
A surge of can-do spirit
I'm thinking I can find a way forth
At least for a while, I wager
I won't be distinctly lost
The radio has gaps and silences
In its search for beauty it falls short
When the most beautiful tunes of the planet
Resist conventions of 'Record'
The spontaneous playful serenade
Or shivering poets wrapped in the shade
Impromptu exaltations, scattered throughout the day
Technology can't capture it all... no way
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