The robin sings his joy to the world,
The mouse squeaks his danger to the world,
The Englishman cries out help to the Iraqi,
And the iraqui man goes on.
Listen to the weathers' mood,
Can you hear hail bouncing on the Ground,
Or the wind whistling across where danger lurks,
A warning for the world to hear.
Do you know the mouse or the wind,
Better than I your lover,
Or could I whistle my love to you,
So you could whistle these words back.
When I'm gone will you remember,
Those words said a thousand times,
Or will my tone separate,
My words of love from any other
2006-09-29
22:12:58
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