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The day was nearly over
But still those were never
The alphabet of the words
Of this silent life.
Do I find it
In the deepest of the ocean?
Or fly high in the deep blue sky?
Did Armstrong have seen it
In the cold dark night?
Written in the footstep
In the shadows of the moonlight.
Fly high, jump high
Let the rain help you
Catch the wind that is running
For it will lead you in somebody’s ear
So this silent will be broken
And those words will be heard.
July 2004
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Posted by lovelyann on 2008-05-12 05:55:18 | Rating: n/a | Views: 50
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