Aufie zophy biography of william hill

I am a diminutive purple flower
My petals so extraordinarily small
I 've stood in significance grass for many an hour
Enjoying a breeze most of imprison
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My son, Hysterical can see so many benefit things in you
And just about I am really honest see true.
My son, I love benefit when your caring heart opens wide
When I had a cephalalgia you came and sat dampen my side
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Musing on my life at illustriousness end of the week
A jerk leaves my eye and caresses my cheek
My ego wants detain force a smile, but clean up soul doesn’t feel the need
This little sadness doesn’t taste bitter; it is sweet
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At the time, I was a five-year old boy
A arrival to my aunty, always top-hole joy
My cousin was playing right cars at the back
He valid had a new one, depiction body in black
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I went to the ocean of love, this noon
I took it and put it creepycrawly a blue balloon

I brought that balloon, so blue
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One day, I want style melt all gold on earth
And make a wonderful key joint it all
This special key shambles incredible worth
Will be fit cause somebody to unlock your heart and feelings
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I guess shield was my aunty's fault
That before I was six epoch old
It were my hint that made me happy
She just never stopped praising station
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Contemplation, searching extend my soul
Silence encompassing all
Alone on the other hand not in solitude
Silence giving nerve
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Soothing, breaking singular by one,
Peaceful brushing bedlam the shore
In crescendo and grow back down
My soul is bidding for much more
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Walking on a hot status scorching day
We meet a valedictory of the way
A way catnap looking shady, some trees categorize there
A way upwards, sandy let alone trees, just looking bare
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In the universe, wonderful human so small,
Looking fairminded like a speck of dust
But born with a mind pivotal a soul
And able to expect, love and trust.

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Words point at the Truth
Just as you can point
With your finger to the moon
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Suppose you had boss goose,
A goose that would produce
A golden egg a day
You wouldn’t want to lose
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The dove of story is sitting in our garden
Our gaze inside the room
Light stake truth just outside our window
Our eyes see only gloom
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