here at the frontier, there are falling leaves. although my neighbours are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups on my table.
Monday 22 November 2004
foolish
So, I'm a fool for you
I'm a fool for you
Open my heart and let the wind blow through
'Cause I'm a fool for you
Open my heart and let the rain fall through
1 comment:
Better to be a fool with an open heart and mind
than to be a fool for not having either.
Be well...
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