Young and full of running, Tell me where has that taken me? Just a great figure eight, Or a tiny infinity? Love is really nothing but a dream that keeps waking me, For all of my trying, I still end up dying, How can it be?
Young and full of running, Tell me where has that taken me? Just a great figure eight, Or a tiny infinity?
Love is really nothing but a dream that keeps waking me, For all of my trying, I still end up dying, How can it be?
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posted 17 July, 2010
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