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Wednesday, October 12, 2005

On the quiet street in the cityA little old man walked aloneShuffling through the autumn after noonAnd the autumn leaves reminded himAnother summer's come and goneHe had a long long midnight ahead waiting for June
Then among the leaves near an orphan's homeA piece of paper caught his eyesAnd he stood to pick it up with trembling handsAnd as he read the childish writingThe old man began to cryCause the words burned inside him like a brand
"Whoever finds this, I love you.Whoever finds this, I need you. I ain't even got no one to talk to. So, Whoever finds this, I love you."
Well the old man's eyes searched the orphans' homeAnd came to rest upon a childWith her nose pressed up against the window paneand the old man knew he'd found a friend at lastSo he waved at her and smiledAnd they both knew they'd spend the winterLaughing at the rain...
And they did spend the winter laughing at the rainTalking through the fenceExchanging little gifts they'd made for each otherThe old man would carve toysAnd the little girl would draw pictures of beautiful ladies for himAnd they laughed alot.
But then one day on the first day of June,The little girl ran to the fenceThe old man wasn't there.And somehow she knew he was never coming backSo she went back to her little roomTook out her crayonand wrote.
"Whoever finds this, I love you.Whoever finds this, I need you. I ain't even got no one to talk to. So, Whoever finds this, I love you."


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