We Do We Do....how we2figure in history®
Oh the moon has become so blue
no more in tune with My Pooh,
if i could just rub noses with Him
there'd be music from Heaven.
The moon would shine so gold
a fairytale be told,
and a dimple on my cheek appear
just to have Him physically here.
A smile as big as the moon
golden glow over us as we swoon,
but we'll still stick 2gether
cause we're figures in history 4ever.
Right now He just stands so still in wait
only dreaming of me at The Pearly Gate,
and i have no more will
to be here until..............
OUR dream becomes REALITY
Sally
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and counting each dream till it true will ring
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