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                    bluejourneyman                
                
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                    His love for her burns hotter than the sun!
He would rather take a knife in the gut,
than to feel the constant pain of being without her.
He aches to touch her face, to shave her legs.
Bringing her tea in the morning,
after he wakes from her side; he
stares at her beautiful closed eyes.
Her peaceful sleep is long over do.
She has cried out for him many, many times!
Now he is here, tea in his hand, a rose at his side;
How could they ever be sweet nothings,
when he whispers, “I love you!” in her sweet precious ear.
                He would rather take a knife in the gut,
than to feel the constant pain of being without her.
He aches to touch her face, to shave her legs.
Bringing her tea in the morning,
after he wakes from her side; he
stares at her beautiful closed eyes.
Her peaceful sleep is long over do.
She has cried out for him many, many times!
Now he is here, tea in his hand, a rose at his side;
How could they ever be sweet nothings,
when he whispers, “I love you!” in her sweet precious ear.
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
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            aw shucks. you're such a sweetie. hear my name hear my name
 take a good look
 this could be the day
 hold my hand
 lie beside me
 i just need to say0
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            bluejourneyman wrote:His love for her burns hotter than the sun!
 He would rather take a knife in the gut,
 than to feel the constant pain of being without her.
 He aches to touch her face, to shave her legs.
 Bringing her tea in the morning,
 after he wakes from her side; he
 stares at her beautiful closed eyes.
 Her peaceful sleep is long over do.
 She has cried out for him many, many times!
 Now he is here, tea in his hand, a rose at his side;
 How could they ever be sweet nothings,
 when he whispers, “I love you!” in her sweet precious ear.
 thats so beautifulll....It's only after disaster that we can be resurrected...
 it's only after you've lost everything ...that you are free to do anything....(Fight Club)
 ... I'll ride the wave...where it takes me....0
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            I agree! Let's say we call 'em sweet somethings. 
 This is great, bluejourneyman!Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            I'm in LOVE Can't you see that there's light in the dark. Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
 Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
 (Wolfmother)
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~
 Grand Rapids 20060
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            Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            She also thanks you, mate Can't you see that there's light in the dark. Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
 Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
 (Wolfmother)
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~
 Grand Rapids 20060
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