A Tiny little boat on that tiny lake..
Tiny little lips kiss as promises they make,
But these tiny brown eyes refuse to fake.
Tiny little fingers trace names on the sands of time;
Tiny –tiny names one yours one mine.
Tiny little feet measure the distance to the shrine,
A tiny little world I know, and a tiny little moon with tiny stars that shine.
Tiny little memories unfurl their tiny wings;
“Fly out of that tiny cage” , that tiny violin sings.
Over the hedge in that tiny little house a death knell rings.
Now stands there a tiny barren tree with two lonely swings.
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Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
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