Friday, July 31, 2009

Rhythm walking with stalkers

Killers were taking confessions

Gravediggers were in love with the dead

I saw shiny eyes when you cried

And went crazy over them

Changing rules as to what’s not

To brighten your rainy day

And making snow put a show for you

Dancing squirrels bring you flowers

I never want to see you frown

As long as I breathe

I’ll make it, I promise

And you’ll smile forever

Wen we meet again

I want to recognize you by your smile.

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