dave lessard Biography

Here in Prescott, cottonwoods,
are scarlet from the fall;
in stately groves they rise,
as big as they are tall.
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You are too beautiful for words,
which I try to capture in a song;
words just simply fail me,
I make them up as I go along.
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Let the old love dormant lie
in the fields of sad regret;
let the heart in silence cry
of the time, when first we met.
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What does it mean to be beautiful?
to be adored for who or whatyou are
appreciated and admired
from near or from afar.
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Love does not fail, but people do,
they agonize, what they've been through;
they cast aside, the love they knew,
and then, in sadness...rue.
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