I’ve dreamed of a beauty only one can measure, knowing that one
day dreams do come true.
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Part I the Role She Must Play
She asked “what is it worth”.
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Everyday, I wonder will I see you again. Yet the odd truth is that I may and I may not. Night has come and I lay in silence, holding my breath, and sometimes I even cry. Not sure what tomorrow will bring, but I do know, I wish you could love the hurt away.
The yesterday I knew is long gone, morning ease in like dust grows, but the beauty of the sun restores my shallow thoughts. To breath is to laugh out with peace in hopes for a future of green grass with water flowing. Beyond hope, seeking life, my body lies cold and still like death. Who can hear me. my mind is wondering, how I wish you could love the hurt away.
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