miércoles, 3 de junio de 2009

Oh simple thing, where have you gone. I'm getting old and i need something to rely on. So tell me when you're gonna let me in, I'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin. I came across a fallen tree ,I felt the branches of it looking at me. Is this the place, we used to love, Is this the place that i've been dreaming of.

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