While stacking up those cards
I look upon the stars
There, I see you shining bright
And wishing you'll be alright
Now dear, don't you reminisce
'Cos I know there will be bliss
I want to see you strong
And you, to know that I'll be here all-day-long
Out there alone. You look pitiful.
And never once were you boastful.
Oh how I love the way you speak
It's really mystique
Don't think you'll be in redundancy
As I've told you this clearly
I'll run alongside with you
A conformity; A virtue
This is no falsity
I keep to what I said dearly.
And if there's anything you fear
My love, I'm here
waiting
Sunday, 4 November 2007
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