I can run like the wind, and I can be still as a stone. But, best of all, I can decide which.
First the thought and then the act
To think a plant up towards the sun
It can’t be done, it can’t be done
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Sam and Libby, Lib and Sam
Made a little one of them
A baby’s born a man to die
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
the same place that filled me with joy is a road I crossed, just a road I crossed
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map