The angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with his mood.
I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.
"A Cradle Song"
~ William Butler Yeats
I remember I asked Ana Del to read it during retreat. She cried. Isa got mad at me kasi I was supposed to make her stop crying. I kinda like that poem thing.
I won't be having guitar lessons... well, not for a while. I actually texted my teacher that I had to stop since we couldn't really afford it any more... I'm kinda sad now. I know I'm not that great, that I'm incredibly slow (I still can't read notes nor identify them as Do Re Mi, etc...), but I still wanted to reach at least level 3 before I quit. Level 3, I'd be able to play Canon or Fur Elise.
Now... I don't know what kind of songs I'll be playing. I think I'm stuck with Here, There, and Everywhere. D:
I guess I'll have to learn Final Fantasy Songs on my own then.
It's not going to be the same, though.
[Btw, I don't see the relation of the poem to this post. Also, I don't know why the words have weird dotted underline things and why they're clickable.]


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