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This is probably not the best day, you have ever had. Maybe this is the day your husband died, your childrens dad. This is probably a heavy day for you, so many pink cards. Delivered in beautiful heart shaped baskets, in young girls backyards. I however, thought of you. and gave you this note, I hope you can be happy, and warm feeling's not for you remote. If you dwell in memories, of valentines days in the past. I am sure in our heart, warmth will appear at last.

In the deepest winter night, under dancing northern light, A sámi boy from Karasjok, kneeling down beside a rock. In the misty black of night, under dancing northern light, The boy is joiking silently, the rock is listening carefully. In the coldest winter night, under dancing northern light. the rock feels lifted from the ground, by the magic joiking sound. In the deepest winter night, under dancing northern light; the boy is joiking the soul of a stone, not to feel so alone.

Bad luck                Problems                        Trouble           JUST HAPPENS                To be occuring to                              you YOU                 YOU                               YOU Cannot help it                Cannot be                                    saved.                 Or could you not? NO It just happens.                                            SORRY          

The farmer stands in his field all day, waving crows and birds away. sips some coffee if he may, today's the scarecrow's holiday

Outside my window the snow is white, a winter mist I see so bright. I hear through chrystals snow on snow, a distant engine of a plow. The chrystals falling from the sky, in a way which I can't tell you why On the ground there is heavy snow the plow is getting nearer now The window stitcks just like a stamp against my fingers, cold and damp. I see the sight of untouched snow, I see the fountain of the plow. The plow went by ten minutes ago back is now a usable road I hear through chrystals, snow on snow; the distant engine of the plow

There once was a cat from Doolish bay Who wandered down the streets of clay. Until he was complete astray And had to ask you for the way. "I have to go to Doolish bay" "Then turn and walk the streets of clay." Now the cat was not astray and went back home to Doolish bay.