IN MY SADNESS
IN HER SADNESS SHE FINDS NO SORROW
NO WEEPING NO TOMARROW
HER HEART GROWS COLD
WITH A SWEETNESS INSIDE
IT WAITS FOR SPRING\WHEN
THE FLOWERS BLOOM
LOVE IS TRUE LIKE
THE MOON IS FULL
EVEN THE MOON HAS CHANGE
IN THE DEBTS OF THE OCEAN
WE CALL THE SEA
SOMEONE WAITS FOR ME
DEEP ARE THE WATERS THAT
WILL CARRY ME TO A PLACE
I DON'T WANT TO BE
SUN LIGHT WARM AND TRUE
CARRIES ME THROUGH THE WAVES
ON A RIDE TO A PLACE
WHERE PEICE OF MIND WILL BE
A BUBBLE RIDE WILL CARRY ME
TO THE PLACE
WHEN I ARRIVE
TO THAT PLACE
WHERE THE FLOWERS BLOOM
THERE YOU WILL BE TO GREET ME
ON THE BUBBLE THAT CARRIED YOU
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