Early Morning, by Broken-Hearted Angel. |
Morning comes too early with mist upon the grass Daylight chasing dreams fragile as cut glass Still a smile will linger while the darkness fades Softly in the memory still the music plays A breath of the laughter settles in the heart A day like any other but, different from the start. |
Posted: 2005-11-05 18:21:52 UTC |
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