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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Early was the morn,
Flowers filled with dew,
I became somebody through lovin’ you,
Softly as a child,
Born in natural rain,
I predict the seasons to go unchanged,
As the sun shines...down on me,
I know with you my love is where I want to be,
Sometimes I go on through life thinking that love is somethin’ that’s not meant for me,
Hold on dear life,
Don’t go off running from what’s new
I became somebody through lovin you
8:58 PM;