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Tell me,
dear friend,
are the leaves changing color in Denmark?

Does the moon guide you home at night?
Does the sun wake you up with gentle kisses?

I would walk a mile
and a thousand more
to hear you tell me everything will be okay,
to hear you tell me
that I will make it.
That it only gets better.
Because that's what I need right now.

Are the leaves falling of the trees in Denmark?
Are the children getting paid to rake them up?
Are the mothers loving their children?
Are the fathers keeping them safe?
Can you hear me calling?
Over the mountains
and the across the ocean
my voice will be heard.
And you shall be the one to hear it.

Tell me,
dearest friend,
is it raining in Denmark?
It won't stop here.
I've been yearning for days
Wanting to see you again
But it seems to me like
This was not fate's plan
Will I always let this be?
No future for you and me?
Will I keep on stealing glances
of you under the Cherry Tree?
Sad, gloomy, being aloof and all...
Another tear seems like it will fall.
You love her, I love you
Things are definitely askew
But with one little prayer
I wish for this to be true
I hope one day you'll see...
*that I'm the one for you.
A little bit dramatic here and there...
Beneath the willow
A young man sits, wishing past
Would fade at last

To silence his past
Seems but a feverish dream
A distant hope, lost

To blot out these marks
Would cleanse his scarred past of pain
Give a final piece

But what of his loss
Losing the small good times had
Those fleeting moments

A smile, high laughter
Eyes like earth, hiding rare gems
To be with her, love

Beneath the willow
A repentant old man sits
Glad to save those Gems
my designs for you don't match your own
A telling tale of how far we've grown.

My lovely lines
all tangled and torn
yours won't bend or dip in time
too irregular for mine

Please don't design yourself around me any more
I confess; my heart lines are all messed!
I can bearly breathe I'm so tense
you don't take the care to give the freedom I do
my arches lay bare for you to go through
But You
reach right in and tie me in knots
its not the first time you forgot.

please don't draw your designs on me
they tangle me up so
don't choke me, please no,
I don't want to go.

Reaching for you has become a chore
more tangles and crossed lines than before

time to draw the line in the proverbial sand
Though you and I will still hold hands

please dont tangle me up any more
I promise not to too either I assure,

let's just draw our designs on either side
holding hands following the same line
and let the windy trails twist them up
as we leave them to mingle and twine.
I'll stay yours and you'll stay mine
and weave our way into a grand new design!

— The End —