Already it is late
So many stars and so little
Time to count them.
Beautiful as the Mountains
Our friendship!
This way darkness that way sorrow
With no choice's in between.
I must leave your broken road
In silence Knowing,
Tomorrow's tomorrow
There will come a light.
By Dale Richard Carson
Already it is late
So many stars and so little
Time to count them.
Beautiful as the Mountains
Our friendship!
This way darkness that way sorrow
With no choice's in between.
I must leave your broken road
In silence Knowing,
Tomorrow's tomorrow
There will come a light.
By Dale Richard Carson
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