Ironically, strangers seem to offer the most comfort.

Take this time to get to know, you. Cause it will pass like it always does. Like time promises it will. Ride through it with reverence. You will rise tomorrow.

We may not meet again but I will rise tomorrow.

Queen Sheba mindent elmond. It will pass.

Labels: líra, sad clown, zene

szinamondta 6/28/2008 10:10:00 AM

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