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"PAINTED IN THE CLOUDS"

WHEN ALL I FEEL IS THIS 
LONELY FEELING OF LOVE 
IT TURNS EVERYTHING I SEE 
INTO THE PERFECT PICTURE
OF YOUR FACE 

YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE IS PAINTING ITS SELF 
IN THE CLOUDS ABOVE ME 
TO REMIND ME THAT YOU ARE 
MY ONE AND ONLY AND EVEN 
IF I FIND ANOTHER 

SHE'LL LOOK LIKE YOU EVEN 
IF IT ISN'T 
YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE 
THAT USE TO KISS ME EVERY NIGHT 
BEFORE I WENT TO BED 

AND TO LAY DOWN BESIDE 
ME AND WISH AWAY THE 
MINUTES THAT PASSED AS WE 
HELD EACH OTHER CLOSE 
IN A KNOT 

THE THOUGHT OF A FUTURE 
WITHOUT YOU IS KILLING ME 
NOW I SIT HERE REMEMBERING 
THE SECERTS WE TOLD AND 
THE PROMISES WE MADE 
Posted: 2006-10-28 03:59:20 UTC

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