Nobody will ever hurt her. She’ll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.

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Nobody will ever hurt her. She’ll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.

February 9, 2013 by poppy23

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on February 9, 2013 at 12:16 pm | Reply countingducks

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Deep in the meadow, under the willow
a bed of grass, a soft green pillow
lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
and when again they open, the sun will rise.

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here the daisies guard you from every harm
here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
here is the place where I love you.

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a clock of leaves, a moonbeam ray
forget your woes and let your troubles lay
and when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.

Here it’s safe, hears its’ warm
here the daises guard you from every harm
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here is the place where I love you.

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I AM, I AM, I AM…

IF SOMEBODY LIKES ME…

I AM HORRIBLY LIMITED.

THE VALLEY SONG

THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER

I DESIRE THE THINGS THAT WILL DESTROY ME IN THE END.

SHAKESPEARE IN THE PARK

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Follow “Under The Night Starry Sky”