DEAR DEANNA
Dear Deanna
I think you canna
Not be blue
Me too
Emotions run rampant
Think that you can't and
It is the will that flows
One knows
Have to pretend a little
To be fit as a fiddle
I guess
To feel the best
You are ever gonna feel
Sometimes pretend will be real
If one tries
Dries the eyes
Of tears that run
Let them be done
Then go on
And let the pain be gone
Grieve it
Then leave it
All behind
Because right now is all the time we have to shine.
11/14/2009 0023 cj
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