somber klarchen I love to steal at twilight To the desolate, somber shore, Sweetheart, there to think of you! When the ceiling grows dark, The reeds rustle secretively, They lament and whisper That I should weep. And I think I hear drifting Softly the sound of your voice And in the water sinking The strains of your sweet song. 000623 ... silentbob in a field of grass completely dead i sit and wait for the sun to come out when it doesn't only more dark death ensues i breathe in and breathe out heavily out out out my soul has frosty breath with wishes and dreams that wonder if they'll come true i want just to sleep i want just to dream i want just to hold her in my arms without interference. i'm sitting in a dead grassy field where once the sun shone over daisy filled hills you used to sit there with me and we'd laugh and kiss and sing all kinds of songs but it's all been blown away and i wonder when i will see you surely again 000703 ... Whitechocolatewalrus The sky is so as the water drifts my eyes shift the song plays and my mind sits somber and cold When will everything be okay? When can I relax and smile? When will you notice? Do you care? 031108 what's it to you? who go blather from