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Jan 2013
Time i will admit that day
seemed to  s
                        l
                           i
                               p away from me
would you like to go and see the stars with me
y
  o
    u know I would but who are y
                                                            o
 ­                                                                 ­u?
                                                              ­            my name is s
                                                               ­                                    t
                                                               ­                                       a
                        ­                                                                 ­               r
                                                ­                                                        l
       ­                                                                 ­                                 i
                                                               ­                                          g
                                                               ­                                           h
                    ­                                                                 ­                     t
as i try to understand her name and she explains more, come and see the stars with me P  A  U  L

                                                     ­                                                                 ­                                                    I

          ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                              F
                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­       a
                                                        ­                                                                 ­                                                 l
              ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                           l

                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                       I

                       ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­  CAN STOP
       It is like i have never grown up at all.
Fist she became er as the t
                                                i
             ­                                       m
                        ­                                  e slips away
then she became transparent to you and me  then time sliped?
Done for me, but maybe not for you.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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