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Worry not sweet child

It shall all be fine, this time will fly
you shall remember the time gone by
and laugh at miseries naive
tears of joy shall trickle hence
shall be forgotten the trust
shall be forgotten the mist
the fist of anger once portrayed
shall vanish in the gleam of bliss
time shall fly by sweet child
all that remains will be the red sky
this sky shall be for the one who follows
the letter thence be opened
forgotten the notes of suffocation
the time shall fly by oh sweet one
this time shall come not again
shall not be the end though this
each phase will thus arise
shall you go through the cycle again
it shall repeat beware itself hence
red skies will reappear
shall you remember this phrase once again
for gleam and joy will fill your face

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Rushali said…
awesome !! Now u r talkin...!!! Bravo !!
11 December 2010 at 16:52:00 GMT
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