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of_the_girl
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my own little birthday
song
that i can sing
with the wind in my hair
my baby days were
over
a long long time ago
but i feel i'm
still a baby
growing tall
and growing wise
with that soft
presence
and glow
i'll still be your baby
if you still let me
grow
i can be your
baby
if you still let me...
if you still let me...
be
me
song
that i can sing
with the wind in my hair
my baby days were
over
a long long time ago
but i feel i'm
still a baby
growing tall
and growing wise
with that soft
presence
and glow
i'll still be your baby
if you still let me
grow
i can be your
baby
if you still let me...
if you still let me...
be
me
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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I liked how you ended it though
don't go to far
stay who you are
everbody knows, you only live a day
but its brilliant anyway
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.