Thursday, June 4, 2009

with out

I'll become the grass.And embrace you.If you turn outside,in the wetness,I'll become the rain.An upon your forehead, kiss you.If you free the air,in the light of day,I'll become the sun.And smile for you.Between the miles-if you need me.If you need a friend.Let me be the friend, I want to be

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