April 24, 2008
My hair was blowing
Through the wind

My eyes glowing.

I saw my angel
Next to the tree
Cross the river.

Under the clouds
Beating my heart
I felt a live.

I grow to like him
I start with a kiss
Now we’re happy
Like always.

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