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Fell past a cheekbone hill To a piece of her floor. The hope of the world In an awkward spill. Oh she'd lie on her bed And stare into harsh white light. And think that her heart's not right. 'Cause lo...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 13:13:00 GMT |
To you Grandpa.... |
I remember when I'd run to youthrough field of white flowersYour embrace is my airHow I needed you thereAnd all of the world andAll of it's powersCouldn't keep your love from me noCouldn't keep your l...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 13:11:00 GMT |
