whenever i'm alone
i start thinking about him,
start singing a Beatles song,
'cause it's his favorite,
whenever he sees me
he laughs like he knows,
oh yes he knows,
whenever he plays his guitar,
looks my way and sings his song,
i smile because i know,
oh i know,
he loves it when i dance,
so i dance around him,
as he sings his song,
he was my love,
oh he was my one and only love.
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silent thoughts
Poezieand her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies
