YOU COME TOO
A second plane flies low over the watcher of squirrels and dogs swimming.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
You climb up on a roof, you write a song...
You do a lot of things
to feel better.
But we all need some kind of air...
From mountains
From cities
From mouths
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