April 3, 2008
Days go by like shooting stars
These bars are closing in on me
There is a bird outside my window singing "Tweedle-Dee-Dee"
I hope one day I'll be out of this place,to see your loving face looking back at me "You are my rose in a garden of weeds.
I love you to death and,
know my sweet I must
say goodbyefor a while,
but I'll be back in a minute of time.

So wait for me and I'llbe there

I love you my dear goodbye

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