Thursday, September 30, 2004

fake wings

shine

bright morning light
now in the air
the spring
is coming

sweet

blowing wind
singing down
the hills and valleys

keep

your eyes on me
now we're on
the
edge of hell

dear my love,
sweet morning light
wait for me,
you've gone much farther,

too far.

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