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.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
A sparkling flame uploading your name
I had no time for a foolish game
<I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
We've all been through thick.
We've all been through thin.
We've all been to the
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
