Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
Giulli
...Can we depart without saying a word? Some goodbyes are seldom seen They say some are never heard. To hide away all that you've got, Sometimes there is no hollow ground. There is a reason we are lost... And there is a reason we are found.
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