and breathe again
it's kind of like poetry
Friday, January 19, 2007
Brynn (in utero)
Bide a wee, lass, bide a wee
In your mother safe and warm
Though angels be spinnin their glorious tales
Bide a wee, lass, with me
I've two arms a'waitn
And a home full o' love
So bide a wee, lass, with me
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