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most of us go to our graves with music still inside of us...
Saturday, August 28, 2010
things dont always go the way you plan them
she whispered to me, half asleep, behind the windows of the trains..
she said, 'my boy, dont fill your head with trivial things..'
and after crossing border after border after border
we realize that differences are not
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