this is bright sunrise on a golden shorea smile that ends confusion and old nightwe get the honest gifts and something morewe'd reached the point where breathing was a choreday after day the tales added to frightthis is bright sunshine on a golden shorethe face the voice that millions would adorewhen at the last they come into our sightwe get the honest gifts and something moreknowledge that hope has evened up the scoreour chances now are far better than slightthis is bright sunshine on a golden shorewe turn away from all that we abhorto cleanse the stain and wash away the blightwe get the honest gifts and something moretogether now we open this new doorand go outside to set the world arightthis is bright sunshine on a golden shorewe get the honest gifts and something more
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
09 November 2008
possibility
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