

StorybookBeside her mother her eyes often looked out into the meadow bright with sunshine she said rather bashfully I want to tell you if youll please not laugh I can safely promise she might listen quite respectfully confidingly Ive helped you a great deal and liked it very much I wanted to go sick birds and butterflies and men I didnt not like Ive been thinking be very pleasant all my own if I took pains pretty creatures might be made I wanted to smile but did not looked up with her heart eyes so fullStorybook


Dark StormDark StormDark Storm
Once again alone Drowning in my sea of thoughts Thoughts that wish for my disposal Thoughts I cannot control But yet they have one weakness Strength I’ve had before Yet it never seems to last Someone, a companion It will rush in with its sword like a hero
And diminish the dark clouds in my mind Yet as time goes on that sword begins to dull The strength seems to find it’s own purpose Some place where I do not belong And then I hear the thunder rolling in the distance Telling of the dark storm that is rolling in Rolling into my min
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