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Eight Years Filled An Ocean

It was two days from our first kiss I could not move from the bed Staring at the ceiling Sure that soon I would be dead But for three whole days And three whole nights You kept me in this world As I swore to myself secretly If I survive this she's my girl I took just two months Fourteen thousand miles Before I was at your home Knelt beside you Next to seven monks Selling my soul, heart and bones It took just eight years And an ocean Of the the tears that I have cried So I beg Please give me back eight years For in that bed I should of died

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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