W.R Sickamore II

you are the apple of my eye
the wind beneath my toes
i love your little giggles
i love your button nose
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oh, day, oh, night
oh, wonderous sight
oh, moon, oh, sun
oh, time of delight
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in a time before noise
silence was king
bird song and breeze
were the only thing
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when it's twilight in thy valley
where the pale dew and hillsides sigh
i sit and long for you dear
to have you by my side
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to swear at your parents as a kid,
would get your mouth washed out with soap.
to indulge in excessive alcohol.
smoke weed, marijuana, dope.
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lucky are those who love
who's love is returned by a dove
who speedilly flies
through dangerous skies
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills....

all because
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descending down stairs to the district line
watching the shine of your shoes
florescent glare past sirocco air
who's to choose if we lose
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