Little clouds are alive
Sweet mockingbirds strike a cord
Loud assumpions come on board
The deal of night is mixed with day
That light that's merry and on its way
A thought that might reveal the deal
Is there for me to see with zeal
Priceless life, once and for all
Has begun again to question its fall
The answer for my mind is kind
But revels around from bind to bind
The deal of night is mixed with day
I thought from birth it might go this way
But taking away the dead of life
Will score away the thread of strife
Luke LaGraff is a lover of sandwiches, egg nog, and one of a kind days. He used to forget them, but now has realized he shouldn't; they have more meaning than ever at this point of his life. He enjoys the sun in LA and watches hockey and funny things whenever he can. He listens to people. He's from Tennessee.
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