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One Lonely Tear!



Once there was a beautiful world
One that would bring cheer
It had the fragrance of flowers
Happy, bright and gay- did everything appear!

There was no trace of pain or guilt
The doors were shut upon fear
But you know what happened then?
If you really want to know, My dear!

Then try askin Destiny,Life as some call it, she s too busy i hear
And if she tells you, will you tell me too; i'll wait right here

Tell me once where there were endless smiles
Why is there now, just one lonely tear?????????????


AUG 21, 11:17PM

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WebGem said…
i hope to see some great stories written by you. you do have in it you:)give it a shot.
September 2, 2008 at 9:27 AM
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