On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Showering your affe
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I thought I saw you the other day
I was wrong
I thought I heard your voice
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