Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Relax

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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Relax

I am not wise, I do not ponder deeply Or seek to know The meaning of it all; I don't advise Except to sleepily Suggest you go And give somebody else a call But there's one thing I've come to understand: No matter what you've hoped and planned Tomorrow will work out in it's own way So just relax and... Sign in to see full entry.

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