The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page.
This is over my head but underneath my feet… I’m waiting for tonight, then waiting for tomorrow. And I’m somewhere in between what is real and just a dream.
...She is my reason
my reason and my truth …
I would like to live for ever ever
I would like to live beside of her [sic.]
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