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- Time keeps creepin' through the neighborhood. Killin' old folks, pickin' up babies, just like we knew it would.
- It's different now, I think. I wasn't older yet. I wasn't wise, I guess.
- And I think it'll be better / it'll all be someday. ...And I will be clearer / and not so pushed around / by every small mouth / that makes a very small sad sound.
- And I'll sit and wonder of every love that could have been if I'd only thought of something charming to say.
oct 26 2012 ∞
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