January 2010
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Water water on the seeds To my left they rose and leaf To my right cross Seven Seas Maybe maybe they’ll stay true My seeds will cross and then take root And leave you to an empty room Lonely lonely that is you Lonely lonely that is you Paper paper obsolete How will you reach out to me I thought you’d ask me not to leave Lonely lonely that is me Lonely lonely that is me Distance makes...
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You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past - whatever experience...
– Bob Dylan
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