I look up today at the sky,
And all the mishaps just pass me by..
Nothing can change the possibilities in today
The day is mine in ever possible way
I can only imagine the thoughts that you think
that i believe i am in them all, even passingly as a blink
but what you write, is so beautiful it makes me smile
i'll sponsor you forever, all the while.
Now i know you may never read this, but i have to put it out
Can't you read in between the lines, sweet dreams - subtlety is more beautiful than the shout
that we may never be, i know that might be true
but how can one let it go... when it feels so right, it feels so you
Now we can renounce the world.. and burn it to create our bubble
We can deal with all - the hurt and the trouble
but how do i say this, when you will not come clean
as i patiently wait, and observe the scene.
As an ode i dedicate, to you this mystery
all you should know - is that there is even a trusy amongst gypsies.
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