I am so enjoying life
And all my pain is behind me,
Behind me is all my strife.
You watch me,
You seek some jewels of me
And I get out my books,
Expose them to your eyes
Ever so blithely.
There are copies I must make,
There are many ways
For you to love partake
And I kept you waiting oh so long
As you wrote music and penned me songs;
You are so golden in that white light,
So pretty, so beautiful, so divine
And in the end I only know
That i could well support you,
Instead of going cold.
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