In life, live free with open eyes
When the night has end
and the sun returned
from a night so black
the light went back
to become a beautiful day
for me and you
to live free
The birds and the bees
in flowers and trees
the smell of the rose
I suppose
that life is a treasure
we have to measure
and take care of
So life I am free
with open eyes
I can see
in spite of
the world
cant you see
we are free
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 10:36
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