Sound your existance; now that you're here
Sunday, 21 September 2008
The. Person. That. Knows. Nothing.
Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name, and it feels like home.
Like a child, you whisper softly to me
You're in control just like a child, now I'm dancing.
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