Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Nothing is certain.
I fear that I may die someday. Still deeds to do, still words to say.
I fear I'll never find that girl, with eyes pale blue, hair golden curls.
A heart to feel mine, just as hers. To know my soul, these thoughts unfurl.
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