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Skull of Dreamsa dreaming skullin a field of cloverwondering at the sky lovers are like cloudsas they mutate and hoverand then they roll right on by they dont add up to enoughyou can handle and touchlike angels they pass right through youthe shadows of lovecan block the sun from abovelike magic or some kind of voodoo posted by Craig 10:59 AM . . .
To Whom it may concernSo my pillow from the moon has become worn,and my blanket from the stars is frayed and torn.You are a jewel in a crown of thornI still don't really understand, though from time to time I think I do.But here I am free to think of anything at alland my thoughts keep returning to youAnd my thoughts keep returning to you.(original)"Let me see your beauty broken downLike you would dofor one you love." (L Cohen) posted by Craig 12:25 AM . . .
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