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You are always there...
I see him everywhere...
In my little world or my rosy dreams
In all the soft and shy sunrises or the flushed and mellow sunsets
In all the lovely little romances
The lilting lyrical poems
Or the ballads dripping with tragedy or longing
In every season or the fast- flowing rivers flowers birds
trees and mountains..
In all that's beauty and art...
I seem to hear his voice calling me
every which way I turn
I stop to listen to the sound of his voice...
He's always in my mind
I draw him into my world
I doodle with his face and form
I do that all the time
It hurts when he avoids me
For he was never meant to be mine
I draw him in my mind all the time
Just don't know when to stop or start..
For you are always there...
In my little world or my rosy dreams
In all the soft and shy sunrises or the flushed and mellow sunsets
In all the lovely little romances
The lilting lyrical poems
Or the ballads dripping with tragedy or longing
In every season or the fast- flowing rivers flowers birds
trees and mountains..
In all that's beauty and art...
I seem to hear his voice calling me
every which way I turn
I stop to listen to the sound of his voice...
He's always in my mind
I draw him into my world
I doodle with his face and form
I do that all the time
It hurts when he avoids me
For he was never meant to be mine
I draw him in my mind all the time
Just don't know when to stop or start..
For you are always there...
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