Thursday, April 23, 2009

as if...

She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything Was as fresh as the bright blue sky She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Sweet child o' mine Sweet love of mine

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