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Let’s raise a glass To a time where my thoughts ran wild Carefree with the wind A time where decisions were made for me Bobby Petula.
Poetry is a mishandled Song in my memory, A violin in a musical, A riddle in its self, Playing the strings of a story I once told.
She carries out two lives; One for the public And one for herself Late at night
I crave to adore you when your at your worst Share a love that can not be dispersed I crave to be held close to your chest as my head lay to rest
Absentee and missing in action yet you my father are not in the military.
Shit happens I tell myself and move on That basically sums up my life It could always get worse so don't get yourself down Life is a blessing Every time something bad happens I don't let it bother me
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