Well there goes the past again!
And all that I want
And all that I need
And all that I've got
Is scattered like seed
And all that I knew
Is moving away from me
And all that I know
Is blowing like tumbleweed
(Joanna Newson - Sadie)
Monday, March 19, 2007
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