Creaking
Bones.
Hey
there Alba,
Smile
with me, honey bee,
I
once could run as thee.
Like
the stag I'd move,
So
light, so smooth.
Today
I watch you be,
As
crazy as can be,
Flying
about the place,
Letting
smiles caress my face,
Dear
Alba you are mine.
Down
on bended knee,
You
climb upon my back,
I
rise so frail,
But
tell the tale,
Of
how I'd walked the world.
To
see your face glow,
With
surprise and hope,
I
tell a joke,
You
hold my hand,
We're
in wonderland,
Where
pain can be no more.
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