Tuesday, 3 August 2010

OneHundred And SeventyEight

They say She Slept for One Hundred Years.
And that Her hair was like the sun, Her lips as red, as the red, red rose.
They said that A Kiss would Wake Her.
And that They would Live Happily Ever After.

I don't want to sleep.
Or have lips so red.
I do not need a kiss to Wake Me
I just want to Live

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