Connor, by Disruptive Silence
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The way you make me feel is hard to explain
I couldnt imagine you ever bringing me any pain
You are the aid to a painfull wound
And your voice is more enjoyable to listen to than an
intrument with every string perfectly tuned
What you see in me is still obscure
But you always make me feel beautiful, which you constantly
assure
I cant put into words how lucky i am to have met you
You hold everything people fight many battles to get to
The talent to perfect someone's imperfect day
And to always know exactly what to say
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Posted: 2010-12-12 04:26:13 UTC |
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