I have found a girl I love,
But alas, she does love me not.
I would love to call her my dove,
When she's near my hear cries out
For her to love me would be nice,
My heart would fly.
It would be at peace,
Flying high among the clouds.
Love can sweetly sing,
But there are other times.
Times when love can sting,
These times are hard.
She is my dearest,
My angel of music.
I am weak when she is nearest,
But alas, to her, I am a phantom
2006-06-05
13:57:22
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Sammy Hagar
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Other - Society & Culture