Far-away Lights

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Saturday, July 25, 2009


A hundred days have made me older

Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me

3 DOORS DOWN, Here Without You

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Friday, July 03, 2009

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Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow...

-John Keats ,Ode to a Nightingale

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