Friday, December 30, 2005

a snowy hill on summer's night,
with a grateful heart of stone.
a funny lie to tickle the sad,

my friend you're not alone.

a flower growing in the ruins,
like rain, a storm, your tear.
green eyes upon your shoulders,
fear not, im always here.

a bitter candy like melted chocolate,
the strong taste so mild.
crying through her happy eyes,
God bless your lovely child.

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