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A Litte More Than Thought |
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A little more than thought The Goddess speaks to me My feelings cannot be bought Or given up of thee
A little more than plain The intricante workings swell A brush of the insane Is where our hopes do dwell
A little past the age Does not make a difference much Just another page And regarded as such
Incessant babbles float Without a rhyme or reason On the Goddess do I dote During every season
Sometimes in my wonder The answer I do find My heart floats assunder As it drags down my mind.
So the Goddess I do thank As my tired mind finds retreat This dreaming will finally bank And rest my tired feet. |
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Copyright September 2003 ~Hushed Voice~ |
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