Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Through fields of green
It was the most beautiful thing
The only time I'm at peace
Is When I'm all alone
In a place where I can think
A place I would like to call home

But after a while I feel a bit lonely

Only to remember you
Uplifting in some ways
I do remember then
You knew what to say
So I'd finally come down to listen
Only now to find what I'm missing

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