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Walking into my room I see a lonely primrose Looking to the sun Dying while it goes... Slowly Tears fall gently down its petals It glistens in the sunshine It does this constantly Time after time I have watched her for hours As she wept away the day I fell into my dreams Every time the moon came my way But tonight I will see this primrose When the moon rests in the clouds When lampposts become the sun When the cities lose their crowds Oh I will see whats behind my vail of dreams I will see why I don't hear her weep I will witness that precious moment When the primrose and the moon will meet Time passes me My eyes can feel it go by Dropping into my dreams Reality is saying goodbye But then As the moon gently arrives The primrose looks up Her quiet sobs slowly subside I have seen the beauty of golden rivers The sunshine over the mountain top Snow on the green pine trees I have seen the orange in the sun rise pop But I have never Or I ever Seen this divine beauty That will live with me forever This primrose bloomed In my once room of gloom In the silver bright light Of the wide eyed moon It was quiet at that moment Silence was its gorgeous view The primrose looked at its only love And said... "I cannot live without you"
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
The primrose and the moon
Walking into my room I see a lonely primrose Looking to the sun Dying while it goes... Slowly Tears fall gently down its petals It glistens in the sunshine It does this constantly Time after time I have watched her for hours As she wept away the day I fell into my dreams Every time the moon came my way But tonight I will see this primrose When the moon rests in the clouds When lampposts become the sun When the cities lose their crowds Oh I will see whats behind my vail of dreams I will see why I don't hear her weep I will witness that precious moment When the primrose and the moon will meet Time passes me My eyes can feel it go by Dropping into my dreams Reality is saying goodbye But then As the moon gently arrives The primrose looks up Her quiet sobs slowly subside I have seen the beauty of golden rivers The sunshine over the mountain top Snow on the green pine trees I have seen the orange in the sun rise pop But I have never Or I ever Seen this divine beauty That will live with me forever This primrose bloomed In my once room of gloom In the silver bright light Of the wide eyed moon It was quiet at that moment Silence was its gorgeous view The primrose looked at its only love And said... "I cannot live without you"
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
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