THE FINE LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE , AND LIFE AND DEATH
Goodbye, my friend goobye my love. Your are in my heart, Its was preordained , we should part and be reunited by and by Goodbye , no handshake to endureLets have no sadness forthere's nothing new in dying nowThough living is due never.
APRIL SHOWERS , DON’T BRING ME FLOWERS
When i am dead and over meBright April shakes out her rain drenched hair though you should lean over me broken hearted i shall not care , for i shall have peace as leafy trees are, peaceful when rain bends down the branchesand i shall be more slient and cold hearted then you all are now
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