painted in the clouds, by Eric
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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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