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.
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
