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auldlangsyne's Blog
June 3, 2008
life
life is a song,
that you make up words as you go along.
life is a story,
of mysteries and glory.
life is a gentle breeze,
brushing against your knees.
life is a light ,
that reveals itself at night.
life is a zealous child ,
wild but nice.
life is a song,
that you make up words as you go along.
life is a story,
of mysteries and glory.
life is a gentle breeze,
brushing against your knees.
life is a light ,
that reveals itself at night.
life is a zealous child ,
wild but nice.
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