Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Once again we recreate the good times
On our blank canvases
We are picking up the pieces
We are running round in circles.

It's not a trifle to hear you laugh
To see you cry
If you'll get to wipe
Away those tears dear
I'll see about some coffee.

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