Friday, January 1, 2010

daisy


Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast And we'll pray that they turn into seeds, to roots and then grass It'd be all right, it's all right, it'd be easier that way Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain Like he knew it was time to start things over again It'd be all right, it's all right, it'd be easier that way


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