The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
If Four Is A Party So This Is A Parade
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
All of my life
I was living in a lie.
It seems that my childhood
has flow
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
In The Shadow Of Your Warm Love
In the shadow of your warm love
I feel so safe and secure,
And your soft, caring
Insecurity, when you walk in the room.
Curiosity, when you stare me down.
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