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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.
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Seeing through her eyes, I realize
her love to me.
IV
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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Once upon a mid-day dreary, as I wandered, weak and weary,
through a forest so dark and spooky.
While I was napping, I heard a flapping from behind.
Looking back, I saw only black, when all of a sudden I
was stopped in my tracks, by a hawk which swoooped by my head.
As I traveled to a city filled with gold, I would say to myself:
"Only the path and nothing more."
The trail was hard to see through this dark forest,
but all I saw was a bird perched in a tree that spoke the word:
"Nevertheless."
When I came to the city filled with gold I said to myself:
"Now only the gold and nothing more."
Soon I saw the hawk which, turned his head and said:
"Nevertheless."
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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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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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Ryan Smith Poem
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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.
III
Should sing to me.
The rose.
The rose.
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Ryan Smith Poem
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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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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