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You are tiny You are the fly that buzzes around the face Of the Dalai Lama You are the wind that touches the fire and makes it waver But never puts it out You are the single drop of rain That threatens a beautiful summer day You are the whisper of doubt in the back of everyones' head Although you are a very tiny whisper You are a screaming child who doesn't get his ice cream You are the needy pet that begs for scraps Even though they've been fed everyday You are tiny And I don't need to think about you anymore People don't concern themselves with Flies So I shouldn't concern myself with you And like the breeze and rain will pass with time, So shall you pass too And when that child grows up begging for more in life Because that's all he knows He will be put down and told to be quiet Because nobody likes a whiny adult So I will not think about you anymore Because you are a raindrop And I am a hurricane
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
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You are tiny You are the fly that buzzes around the face Of the Dalai Lama You are the wind that touches the fire and makes it waver But never puts it out You are the single drop of rain That threatens a beautiful summer day You are the whisper of doubt in the back of everyones' head Although you are a very tiny whisper You are a screaming child who doesn't get his ice cream You are the needy pet that begs for scraps Even though they've been fed everyday You are tiny And I don't need to think about you anymore People don't concern themselves with Flies So I shouldn't concern myself with you And like the breeze and rain will pass with time, So shall you pass too And when that child grows up begging for more in life Because that's all he knows He will be put down and told to be quiet Because nobody likes a whiny adult So I will not think about you anymore Because you are a raindrop And I am a hurricane
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
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