“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”
We built these fences with our hands, in time we’ll tear them down again and start over
I see so much magic though I missed it at the time
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
thou mayest.
"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."
No thing is one thing.
you were my compass star… you were my measure… you were a pirate’s map of buried treasure… if this was all correct, the last thing i’d expect…the prosecution rests.. it’s time that i confess, i must have loved you.