- published: 11 Apr 2016
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April 11 is the 101st day of the year (102nd in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 264 days remaining until the end of the year.
Doreen Virtue Ph.D is an American author and a self-proclaimed Clairvoyant. She has a doctorate in Counseling psychology from an unaccredited program at Clarkson University in Southern California she is the founder and former director of WomanKind Psychiatric Hospital in Nashville.Virtue is not licensed by the Board of Psychology
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
No she will never look to me
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
She will never look to me
Stolen, this baby, screams "somebody save me!"
Stolen, this baby, screams "somebody save me!"
Stolen, this baby, screams "somebody save me!"
Stolen, this baby, screams "somebody save me!"
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
She will never look to me
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
She will never look to me
Well, I have a feeling that its said and done...
and I never thought that they would ruin all my fun
Well, I have a feeling that its said and done... (that its said and done.)
and I never thought that they would ruin all my fun (they would ruin all my fun)
She looks at me as if I have no tongue to speak...
But I know that in it's twilight she will see
She looks at me as if I have no tongue to speak...
But I know that in it's twilight she will see
All the rays will burn her eyes
All the rays will burn her eyes
All the rays will burn her eyes
All the rays
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know
She will never look to me
Such a perfect time to echo softly
With blisters in my eyes, she will never try to stop me
(Lying on her side, next to the silent smell of autumn trees)
She will never know