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Ode to ...
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innocence Every thought seems to stray
into a vision of your face
It seems that men are blessed
Their eyes know not what they taste
Your voice sounds sweet and simple
and your words soft and plain
One day without speaking to you
is like a decade of terrible pain
Hours seems like minutes
as they rush quickly away
oh, when i talked to you
how I wished they would just stay
maybe im misfortunate
or maybe your just sublime
I became yours
yet I could not make you mine
I walk past the rivers
and watch the shadows of the trees
the blue sky is wide an open
but its only you that I see
I turn my head to watch
what the rain could do
As long as the sky is blue
you are only you.
