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Ryan Smith Poem
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Seeing Through her eyes, I ponder
her love to me, while walking to the garden.
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Walking Through the garden, she
turns her head and smiles at me.
III
Seeing through her eyes, I realize
her love to me.
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While standing in the garden, the
birds will sing and the flowers will freshen
the air, as she smiles at me.
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Seeing through her eyes, I realize
her love to me.
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The days have come, the days have gone.
We are born, then we are old.
Cherish these memories,
so they can last.
Seek the good, but not the bad.
Live your moments and make them soar,
so the memories are forevermore.
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I found my love, on the night of a shooting star,
waiting in her boat.
I found my love, on the night of a shooting star,
sitting in her boat.
I found my love, on the night of a shooting star,
waiting, waiting for her to come aboard and
become my perfect star.
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Soaring high, high, like a bird
in the sky.
Let us soar to great heights
and be free, free from hate.
So, let us soar high, high in the sky where we'll fly over
mountains and through the heavens we'll sing
making a ring throughout a peaceful new world.
So, let us soar high, like a bird in the sky.
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Forever I was lost with pain
that her love I could not gain.
Silent as a stone I could not say a
single word to the one which I love.
Her affection that I wanted I could not
get because I was as silent as a stone.
Forever I was lost with pain
that her love I could not gain.
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Paint my picture with lots of love,
to this time I will enjoy.
Paint my picture with lots of doves,
so I can feel the sound of love.
Paint my picture with lots of sugar
so I am sweet to all the world.
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What have I done to you
my love with the pain i've
given you.
How did I lose our love with
what I've done?
Oh! My love what should I
do with the pain I've given you.
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Blooming in the garden,
I could see the rose.
Blooming in the garden,
I could hear,
The rose.
The rose.
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Singing to the flowers,
that stood like towers.
Singing to the birds,
in a delightful shower.
The rose.
The rose.
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Should sing to me.
The rose.
The rose.
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Thank you, my lord for the sword,
as I give you a gift by the ford.
Thank you, my lord for your sword
as I'll become a king wearing a ring.
Thank you, my lord for the sword,
so, I will go with your old sword my lord.
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We walked and talked along a trail,
telling tales just me and her.
Our time seemed long, and forever it was,
to hear a song would not go wrong
just me and her. Our love was strong and should
not break, but if it did what should we do?
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