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Dec 2014
Early morning,
The first raindrop falls,
Something falls on my heart,
And as it falls, my life washes away...

Without understanding, I understood,
Without falling, I fell,
The one who gave me freedom was you,

Early morning,
The first raindrop falls,
Something falls on my heart,
And as it falls, my life washes away...

You are hiding something in your heart,
Open your heart and tell me,
Why do you have to have thorns?
You have the power to capture minds


My soul, my soul, even if you forgot it,
I would always lose it to you,
My love, my love, even if I forgot it,
I would always lose it again.

Day and night I'm restless,
I can't even open my eyes,
I live on yours.

Early morning,
The first raindrop falls,
Something falls on my heart,
And as it falls, my life washes away...

*You are hiding something in your heart,
Open your heart and tell me,
Why do you have to have thorns?
You have the power to capture minds
Given to me by someone special.
Italics are my thoughts.
Written by
Beatrice Prior  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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   Coleen Mzarriz
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