Hoping that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars. Indulge in one of my ancient compositions.
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I start writing
Believing
That perhaps this is the remedy
For a fervent, constant yearning
Thoughts racing
I grasp aimlessly
Attempting to find an explanation
For this madness
Then I realize
Our paths cannot cross
Not in this world at least
For you walk the planet
Unaware of my existence
While I am deep in slumber.
Believing
That perhaps this is the remedy
For a fervent, constant yearning
Thoughts racing
I grasp aimlessly
Attempting to find an explanation
For this madness
Then I realize
Our paths cannot cross
Not in this world at least
For you walk the planet
Unaware of my existence
While I am deep in slumber.
8/26/2009 02:45:28 AM
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