Holy ghost Glade
The bluebells pine a long lost time a long lost rhyme/ poet. Blue bells chime under the sun beam light a time for deep blue neon passion to sutler under moon light. Come cool blue night light under the sky’s at night, stars twinkle stars shoot all I need is L.O.V.E times are & can be heavy & hard but no one ever said life wouldn’t be this way, all we must do is strive for enlightenment & light the fires of hopefulness, lay down on the beds of bluebells & see in our eyes the colours of this world, speak with true tongue & bear your soul to the lord his father & his mother & you will be saved.



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