and I catch a falling star.
under the sun, on green pasture.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
it usually ends with goodnight.
And I thought you changed.
I was so sure you did.
Perhaps you did, but you changed back to the old you again.
But -
why do you have to look so much like him?
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