Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, May 12, 2008

Good Night

Sings>I can't tell you how much I love you, nor how much you mean to me, so I asked the mountains to sing of my love in a good old spring time breeze.
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The wind blew through the trees so their branches would kiss the ground and the leaves floated down stream so my love could be found.
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I can't tell you how much I love you nor how much you mean to me, so I asked the mountains to sing of my love in a good old spring time breeze.
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The rain it seemed to spin in the rush of the wind and when it touched the ground something happened deep within.
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I can't tell you how much I love you nor how much you mean to me, so I asked the mountains to sing of my love in a good old spring time breeze.
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Touching down in my heart, something amazing happened and I knew it from the start, like a wild raging hurricane it's moving on its way to bring you all my love on a stormy spring time day.
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I can't tell you how much I love you nor how much you mean to me, so I asked the mountains to sing of my love in a good old spring time breeze.
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The wind touched the wings of a blue bird in flight and invited it to travel along to give you my kiss good night and as the stars twinkle up high in the sky , I'll be there beside you till the sun
begins to rise.
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I can't tell you how much I love you nor how much you mean to me, so I asked the mountains to sing of my love in a good old spring time breeze.
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