The awakening hour
Never Is that word that fell awake
Awake Is the word that i am not
Never awake Is my life
Strong like wall I'm not
Strong like a planet I am
Happy as a frog i always be
Never say die like a walking doll
Die Is never the word fore awake
Waite and I lay the world In my hand I will rule my destiny
That's the awakening hour
Poetry by Mr painter
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Written on 2008-09-16 at 07:13
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