thru the gate i walk in, the clock climbs back on the wall, you come in wearing a grin, saying:we can have it all she looks so warm in her new coat, eating a gingerbread man, the air is broke,by fireplace smoke, i'm doing the best that i can moonlight on the hillside, wave your magic wand, little gnome on your shoulder, pick lotus from the pond we say we're gonna do it, we haven't got time, thats our kharma, thats our crime there's a cat that looks right thru me, a fence i know needs mending, remember that long gone sleepy july, from the letters she keeps sending what she brings we will sing, bouncing the ball up down the hall, keep it in mind what's easy to find, i'll do it come this fall we say we're gonna do it you know it's a lie that's our khama that's our crime moonlight on the hillside, how does your garden grow, you shouldn't try to be what you can't be, i thought by now you'd know
:}:}:} when someone read this in his mind appears pictures...colors...and i can hear some noise. i like it very much:}:}:}its like a magical tale:}:}:} lots of sunny smiles Nadia
