

someday and everydaysomeday when the world has passed away it would be the day that we all lost to in that we all would want to fall tosomeday and everyday
everyday when the heart keeps smiling past at all the activities of our little lives then we would have what we want to hold on to and no one will tell us then
the time of hope is what is found and what one wants to find since everyday we live it someday we will forget it
now at what we look at all retrospect no one can tell us what we ought to know we fi


dreams and memoriesi want to find what my heart and soul would like the mostdreams and memories
i think it would make me happy make the whole of me happy
without my heart and soul i am not complete i want to be complete
to be complete i now look for what to give
i don't want something i want i don't want what others want i want what i can't give and i want what i can only give
i could feel that i am close to finding it but just too far all too far it can't be helped
the prospered hope is now lost in the


what i amone day, I told the mouse to move it didn't move it just stayed there i could scream all i want but it wouldn't movewhat i am
one day, i saw an eagle fly in the air at first, it didn't seem to move it was so distant but soon it moved and the little movements it made in the background were very large movements in real life
one day, the sky cracked out a lightning bolt everyone saw it at the same time everyone noticed it at the same time and everyone knew it would be gone before they knew it yet, at least, the thunder came and everyone knew the


at this daywhy didn't you tell me? how can it not? and how does it come? it comes undoneat this day
what was undone is now done and all find their hope in this
and then the world the whole world with all its people many, many people
it shook each and every single life lives lives of the lost lives of the young lives of the keen lives of the solemn lives of the moment lives of the sun
all nowhere to hide but to hide where one kept himself in
there, no one will bother
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