A thing so tender and sweet,
Allows us to feel summers great heat.
Life is not free,
It comes with such a high price.
For when death comes to receive us,
We will feel great winters cold.
There we will pay the price for our dearest moments in life,
And there life will cease for us, and no longer will we feel summers sweet heat, but now heavens beautiful love.
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Life is only as hard as you make it, and I can enjoy my life so far, and I hope that you can to
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Never in thine eyes have I seen such joy. Bright golden eyes that ask for nothing more but love. Always running wildly alone. Free on the outside, yet caged inside. He has once more opened his heart.
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