January 2012
5 posts
i love you like i love the rain.
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The Sound of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone Neath the halo of a streetlamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes...
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