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11 January 1997
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
Copyright © 1997 Charles Fry
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