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11 January 1997

happy day

because when I look at your pretty smile
I laugh and float away on the wind
so high that the sky is no longer blue
but rather a more somber shade of emptiness

happy day

because when I listen to your pretty voice
I close my eyes and drift down the river
so far that the ocean is no longer blue
but rather a somewhat darker shade of emptiness

happy day

because when I reach for your pretty fingers
I fall into myself getting smaller and smaller
so that the more I stretch the farther it is
to escape from this dreary shade of loneliness

 forgotten memories   of being burned at the stake   sweet dreams   sharing   hand-in-hand   the stranger   hidden courtyards   holding You   princess   happy day   loneliness   fragile, handle with care   my small trip to the cement factory   dedication   this record is for You   the day that I cried   Last night I woke up under my bed.   my silver Dancing shoes   Man my heart tears.   the three things   strait jackeght   like you   abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz   Fire cooks me   Princess Alexandra:  A Little Story   cats up cat twice   sweet rain water   little children   my heart   How blind I am in wooden glasses.   I know she's crying cause it stains her voice,   Dear Family,   I pound at my heart   We run away from the ice cream truck   purple sunset   J. Elephant   so i walk up to you with this   the Soul queen   so, you say that i do not speak   window   dear sweet old Ordinary   i am a Harp