it's sunday morning. she gazes at his head. and wishes
there's the sadness on a clear night. when the wind
god and earth decide. rewards for what you've tried. wonder
the sun's gone today. dear gone gone today. come dead
left my worries back in my room. took the red-eye
lonely and lost in the world. the spaceships are coming
lovely arrhythmia sighs. and bats her eyes. tucked into her
please show me what i want but haven't got. please
jean's serene and pleased to be around today. but as
someone's gone put their mind to the cork. and the
riding in the subway on a snowy afternoon. avoiding people's
we watched and were awed at the war that she
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