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[12 Jun 2008|07:35pm] |
Then as it was, then again it will be, and though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea. Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays, on the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey. Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow, but as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go. Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me. In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be.
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