I would count an infinity of silky sand
And catch and tame some air,
For the honour of holding your glorious hand,
And to touch your perfect hair.
I would walk to the end of a lifetime
With the ghosts of my empty past,
Just so the love that you will promise,
By the morning, still will last.
Maybe I would even die for you,
I can't know, I have never lived,
For all of this time I have been breathing
Without you, I fail to exist.
And I'd kiss your soft hand in the morning,
As I serenely slip from your grace.
Counting my blessings is too hard
And I'm slowly fading away...















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Jenni xxx
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Vic xxx
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They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone....
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This is all pretentious drivel.
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This is all pretentious drivel.
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