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By distant moon Date: 2008 Jan 17 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.17.01.04.27807]] |
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And I can't make a selection like I'm... blind for the very first day. So point my compass direction I'll be damned by the words that I say. We're basing ourselves on this place, tracing our way to the garden; all disgraced. But you won't run away, away from me. I'm pacing, yet you just smile. |