out of the windlow .. a poem for my babys
out of the window
out of the window the sky a dusty grey and i think to myself what a misrible day
love, hurt ,dying , crying , what is the use of even trying!
but then i look at you and all is forgoten , forgiven, lost
you make it ok, you make it allright , you make me complete.
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