Lily Bud Biography

The wind silently slide pass me,
Blowing my hair in the crispy morning ray light.
Standing at a cornor,
looking up to the sky.
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'Do-Re-Mi' says the piano.
Music speaks to us as they play,
they come in different forms.
As loud as the clashing thunder,
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People will change,
Time will move on.
You will change,
your old-self would be gone.
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Since that fateful day,
I have always prayed,
to find someone who loves me,
and only me for who I am.
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I dropped a tear in the ocean,
it is filled with my sorrows.
Each day when we are apart,
I wonder about the morrow.
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