sing to me
sing to my soul
fountains of flowing waters
that keeps me warm
inside the frost of time
there are roses that softly pricks
they tenderly hurt in time
but when you sing to me
notes of an undying love
i am removed from the misery of existence
forver cast in the paradise of your soul
Thursday, April 30, 2009
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