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| happy was a day that it fell down from the sky
it was nothing but a little wald of crumbled up newspaper that somebody left in a jet engine.
down it fell so far that if took a nap on the way
and as it napped a bird snatched it out of the sky and took it home to build a nest.
this just goes to show you that anyone can easily recycle there newspaper. | | |
| and then you go out and buy way too much fireworks,
and find out you dont have a match.
so why do we give in
why do we fall back
why dont we just stand our ground.
its a little bit funny.....this feeling inside. | | |
| it is like a small moth that flutters in the night, looking for the light, oh how bright.
it is like a big dog that loves to run, running to the sun, just hum.
it is what you find, that you never look for,
its what you see, that you never find,
swim in the dark, look for the lark.
find the seed, that you never need.
why is it so hot out? | | |
| yeah, well it just keeps going.
and something smells burt.....
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| it seems like life was just then,
but how it was is how it is.
it seems like i was just there'
but now i know i was never......
its a bit funny, that is all i can say
its a bit queer, its best this way.
sometimes you write for the thought
sometimes, just for the others to thing
but in the end, if theirs an end
the beginning you see, was never there
just one somewhat odd shape that you form
that never is to others what it is to you.
and it seems like just yesterday
but that never was
it seems like right now
that always is.......
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