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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I'm thinking of the midnight sun
The lessons it would teach me
That all the days we had fun
The future still remains a mystery

Each new sunrise
Poses great crises and doubt
Should we think of a compromise
Or just cry and tear and pout

Yet today the voice speaks to me
Harden not my heart
And even great valleys and great seas
Would never do us part

Wrongly expressed was the tone
When I wanted to say my deed
So now I shall be alone
To reminisce every day's most quiet need


one good shot at 10:36 AM