pretty mouth and green my eyes: stories
Sunday, March 05, 2006
one minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky
posted by Rachele at
10:36 AM
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when you're on a golden sea you don't need no memory
a home at the end of the world
tiny dancer
waiting for you to say go away or come in
the man of the hour is taking his final bow, g'bye...
when all is said and done, i will love you
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water we seek, water we need
scattered shells we are, searching for the other one
by the lake
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