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| The Message | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I don't want your letters, I don't want your phone calls, don't want to hear your voice again; I don't want your sympathy, I'm doing fine now- Don't want to hear from you now and again. You'll get the message, though I won't speak it, You'll only argue, like we used to do. Don't want your opinions, its of no use now.. I just can't see why it should bother you. So you remembered my birthday, and I ignored yours- you sent best wishes, and I wished you away. I have a life now, a life I am living and you have gone down your own chosen way. Perhaps you're happy, with care free conscience, I don't want to hear how happy you are. Perhaps you're lonely, I kinda hope so, Even though I know its wrong to think that way. I don't want to see you, I don't want to believe you, I don't want to feel you in my days again. I know I promised we would stay in touch. Iknow that you will get the message in the end. |
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| Strawberry Girl. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She's a strawberry girl, she grows in the corner of a wild meadow, He's a rag and bone boy, who tries to do what his father told him- He loved his love but she love to scold him. She's in a fantasy world, and none who tried could ever reach her, He could have been the first, and god only knows he had much to teach her but she fled before he ever could reach her... She's a wild flower, she's a wild child- she's a wild flower and in the meadow he calls her name. Where is the strawberry girl? She flickered out like a waxless candle, all alone in her world; frozen Ice too cold to handle Bitter fern and thorny bramble She's a strawberry Girl, she sleeps in the corner of a wild meadow, He's a rag and bone man, who lives his life like his father told him, He loved his love but she loved to scold him. |
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| Come Back And Dwell with Me | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| My love was like a mystery its seemed that I had to solve; my love was like a reverie into which I had to plunge. My love was like a stormy sea, brave and bitter and bold- and how her gales would call to me, bring warmth out from the empty cold.. When you think the wind is crying, and the storm tirades the restless sea- Tis but, my love is sighing come back and dwell with me. My world is now changed and I must let go, of hopes and dreams of yesterday; But I do not forsake you, for you set me on this road, and your lamp still brightly lights the way.... |
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| That'll do for now, sorry about the depression!! I shall put some more upbeat ones on.. promise! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||