whatever comes, let it come.
Friday, November 04, 2011
NOTHING COMPARES
Walking down brick lane, feel the blue. Winds blow lightly and I picture you.
Sweet Sunday morning, with nothing to do.
Love is like a dream, when it's just me and you.
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