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Well, I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows. One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for girls and four for boys, Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret never to be told. There's a bird that nests inside you Sleeping underneath your skin. Yeah, when you open up your wings to speak I wish you'd let me in. --- A Murder of One, Counting Crows ------------------------ The more the light shines through me I pretend to close my eyes The more the dark consumes me I pretend I'm burning, burning bright There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right Such a cruel contradiction I know I cross the lines its not easy to define I'm born to indecision There's always something new some path I'm supposed to ... apr 7 2010 ∞
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