The way I go.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
the floor
I wish that I was there to
Wipe away the tears and
Maybe you could try
To wipe off some of mine
The days are getting tougher
The miles are getting longer
But in a sense it's better
'Cause in a sense it's fine
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