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- Test Pilot -
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Monday, November 16, 2009
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Sweetheart, he's a test pilot now,
He's not coming back.
Let him fly, in a few years
You'll see him on TV.
He'll be going to Mars
You'll freeze in your steps
You'll utter a cry,
'Hey, I knew that guy!'.
Sweetheart, he's a test pilot now
And he won't look back
He's off to far lands
To explore, and to fly
Just as long as we let him
He'll catch his dreams in the sky.
Sweetheart, he's a test pilot
And in his last calls home
You won't be on his list
For two years is a long time,
In test-pilot years.
But were it that summer
So breathy and rushing
So sweet and longing
And so far away
He'd tell you, oh so gently
Jesting, all the while
That you shouldn't let his absence
Ruin your darling smile.
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- mein english teacher -
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
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I'd blame the richness in her voice
On love she'd borne for many days
On love that struck her suddenly
And never left her with a choice.
I'd blame the warmth strung through her smile
A jocular vein, a rugged style
Of happiness, which still exudes
Though her love has gone, and won't regress.
I'd blame the sweetness in her eyes
On hazy nights, and fireflies
Drifting through the daybreak view
Of someone whom she fondly knew.
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