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For sow the wiz and for that the bliss Flee through the apple tree It is harvest times Now jam and sweet like pie Oh the bliss of a midnight sky We plied and plowed and for that the bliss Fill up a room, no one to miss It is now harvest times Us to remember the Queen of ages Don't forget to pay the wages Oh the bliss of lovers gazes Further down the deep deep blue Of ocean wonders, to remind of all the ships that went through Rough patches of ill willed weather and stormy faiths I hope we all remember that it is to Christ we stand our faith Oh the bliss of Life Oh the bliss of Faith Oh the bliss of Summers mother leaving heaps of Love on the stairs For those who not have the bliss of being sometimes missed By someone who actually cares even just a little bear lonely in the woods a quiet autumn afternoon Not knowing when winter starts or when to say hello to the moon Who to say good night, good morning or good bye When you are a lonely cub in the woods and your mama was a wish on a star.
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Sep 12, 2022
Sep 12, 2022 at 5:01 PM UTC
Oh so the bliss
For sow the wiz and for that the bliss Flee through the apple tree It is harvest times Now jam and sweet like pie Oh the bliss of a midnight sky We plied and plowed and for that the bliss Fill up a room, no one to miss It is now harvest times Us to remember the Queen of ages Don't forget to pay the wages Oh the bliss of lovers gazes Further down the deep deep blue Of ocean wonders, to remind of all the ships that went through Rough patches of ill willed weather and stormy faiths I hope we all remember that it is to Christ we stand our faith Oh the bliss of Life Oh the bliss of Faith Oh the bliss of Summers mother leaving heaps of Love on the stairs For those who not have the bliss of being sometimes missed By someone who actually cares even just a little bear lonely in the woods a quiet autumn afternoon Not knowing when winter starts or when to say hello to the moon Who to say good night, good morning or good bye When you are a lonely cub in the woods and your mama was a wish on a star.
Not sure what this is. Maybe some inner child thing talking? Sometimes i just write what comes up in my head. a And here is something I just wrote. Hope someone finds it worthy and feel something...
#story#queen#bear#lonely#bliss#rhyme#child
mrsw
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27/F/Sweden
Sep 12, 2022
Sep 12, 2022 at 5:01 PM UTC
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