Sean Olivia Biography

In the diamond the tension rises,
Any mistake could lead to crisis.

The batter goes up to home plate,
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After the rain, and the sun is out,
Seven beautiful fairies come out to play.
They paint the sky with their magical crayons,
And till they fade, in the sky they'll stay.
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I walk through the wrought iron gates,
Thrusting today upon the shoulders of fate.
Along the snaking pebbled pathways,
The scrunch if gravel to the hallways.
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They remained sanguine in their course,
Charging forward on their horses.
When they reached the city's gate,
I desperately clung on to my dwindling fate.
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(Boy)
Please girl, take my hand
Let us walk for one more night
We'd leave footprints in the sand
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