I have a freind who secretly helps small poor children.
And nothing else makes my life as beautiful
as watching out those secrets reveal
out before my eyes.
Nothing.
Awake all night on knees.... gave away those doors and keys... walking with winter blues.... Left home with a pair of jeans....Hands searching for warmth in cold.... mingled with dreams inside.... empty pockets and empty she... with the chilly wind besides... the puppet walks away tonight.
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