half past the Heart.
Love is such a beautiful thing. OK.The heart is much a strange place.
Nothing passes by it,Every train has a stop there.
Not all get off at the station, not all with a honest face.
But,when love comes to station.
He's off and he's here to stay.
oh with a taxi waitin takin him around town.
They see red on the streets,with roses n thorns.
No one gets half past the heart,
Love rings the fire alarm and the folk are all passed.
Never seen a station that love didn't get off.
and never seen a town love didn't paint red,
it may be red balloons or it may be blood.
Hey sometimes love brings a baggage along,
some sour, some sweet stuff.
And all the townsfolk have mixed luck.
yeh..thats what happens when love drops off.
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pst...............incomplete.....gotta go now. rest later.
posted by the flyin dutchman @ 7:44 pm
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