Wednesday, August 31, 2005

On the hill.

Come to me, my girl.

Kiss me on my cheeks and say "You are my dear."

The sun rose on the evergreen hill,

Thats where I show my love for you.

There we stay to oversee

For what that might come to be.

Till the day we become ashes,

The ground is where we would be.


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