the things I give to youI trust in you sometimes when you smile a soft, soft smile and the bubbles burst in rainbow colours sparkling along the seams I saw an angel in the sweet sweet morning light as the raindrops fell through the pink the softness, sickingly sticky in the greywhite fog I trust in you between the sheets and beneath my fingertips stickythe things I give to you
I trust you in the sweet morning light but only sometimes
when you smile
once upon a time in americaonce upon a time in america there was a little horse named philipe philipe was a horse in america he was a little horse a little horseonce upon a time in america
philipe walked the roads of america they were so amazing philipe walked the roads of america he was so amazed so amazed
all the things that he saw in america they were so very nice philipe liked the things in america they were so very nice so very nice
but all aren't good in america they kill little horses over there philipe he was shot in america
he wound up so very dead so very dead
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sorry about my engish, its crappy
Cheers for the fav ",
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Ní bhíonn in aon rud seal...
james
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Well, I once knew a father Clint Power, she must be having a go at him..
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There is a time for everything...
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Corpse Bride fan?
Harry Potter fan?
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Hello, I am the ruler of the universe. I measure things.
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Is Imagination dependent upon Experience, or is Experience influenced by the Imagination?
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