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Far away My angel sleeps Distantly Out of reach She does not stir Her resting eyes So beautifully Disguise the lies Her peaceful dream Soothes her mind A flaw in life She cannot find Dawn breaks through Soon she'll wake Another day A piece of cake Here I lie Eyes open wide Can't rest my head For the thoughts inside Toss and turn In sodden sweat My mind churns over I can't forget Fatigue overwhelms I tumble to dreams She is the star Always it seems Far away My angel sleeps Distantly Out of reach. CSN

god'swife 31-Aug-02/5:40 PM
Painfully obvious? Oh no! As for Futbol, which I was born to love and appreciate. It's the only thing my people have left, and even that's questionable.(See Argentina, World Cup 2002) it has the true poetry of every physical endeavor. I wish I could see you play. As for your practising writing as well as your touches, it is precisely because your loved-ones rely on you for their rituals and scholastics that you might want to pay a little more attention to this talent of yours. Their world will be bettered, because they read something beautiful you wrote. That has far more meaning then anything they might read from a book. It would belong them.




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