Who: Saga
When: Born in may 1982
Where: Sundsvall
How: Brains before beauty
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Little Harley
little blue,
reached so far
she nearly flew
How could she
ever know,
when she got there
it would show.
Nothing but tears.
Nothing but lies.
(Its destination a rock)
What did she do to deserve
this hollow void?
How could she know
this supressed fear in her beloved dove?
Would he ever honestly, honestly,
be able to love?
Little Harley
little blue,
reached so far
that she actually flew
Harley Harley, tasting tears,
in the meadow chasing fears
why are you crying when nobody hears?
Harley peers out saddened by the lies,
beyond her eye-lids she chase flies.
Little Harley,
little blue,
your chance of finding love is true,
within your fears is nothing but lies so blue.
So rest your head on my shoulder,
wipe your tears on my collar,
release the pain you hide inside
chase the fears away and don’t cry.
Don’t hope,
don’t dream,
don’t wish..
…reach and you will fly.
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