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.
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
Raindrops on window panes
Stars at night that are just airplanes
Sparks of light
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
What we have is something new,
Our love for each other has always been true.
We m
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I thought I saw you the other day
I was wrong
I thought I heard your voice
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