Thoughts, ay?

July 6, 2011
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I'm asked if I'm okay,
But what am I supposed to say?
That every single day,
I feel you're gone, away?
As the year approaches May
On my bed I weep and lay
Thinking the skies, how gray
And my life seems to fray.
So I'll sit here and pray,
For a single beautiful ray.

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