head in the clouds,
experience has made me wiser,
my last slap in the face
was handed my ideas to their
place you're my idol, my legend
of your small size is so big you
strong and courageous, not to mention too generous
I always just wanted to make you glad you calmed my ideas
orageusee
j'savais over what words to tell you that you know you '
're wonderful you're my Sun for the rainy day I would have liked us
AGING, watch our daughters grow
when you m'touche I feel my senses numb
when we look I see the slow time
my injury're the only one who knows the cure
when is what has began to think ...
when is what has began to think ...
for you, me ... true simple... a toute s'que étions et s'que nous pourrions être :) xXxXxXx
Charles-Phillip MacIntyre Godue
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