Wednesday, November 14, 2012

If oceans could fall
Let hollow leaves weep.
what would become of our beloved hollow tree?
If He could wallow,
What's to say 'e's ok?
The trees have hung themselves and the birds have sung away the tunes
Sorrow sorrow sorrow
They weep like the darkness in the void of space
they soar above the rain and skies on Mars.
Pitter-patter pitter-patter
Am i the secret? With all its heart?
oh my shallow breath befalls the great one.
Good bye my sweet, and sweet dreams to teet.
Neen had been on scourage with curvy boy the likes
Survivors, huh? Oh the tradgedy!

Boom! goes the ship and so do you,
do you wish you were ___ now?
The people taught and the
one man stands
Up
CHARLIE!

And oh!
The sight!

Uh, ist GHASTLY yellow!
what is this?
dressed like a stupid gourd.
this is sickly to even lay eyes...

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