"then sleep well, fair maiden of the morn, and upon the bedside waking, will be robins and finches, their red crests shorn, and rye bread for the taking let the moonlight caress the softness of your cheek, while the trees whisper the words lovers are oft to speak so goodnight, rest well, and while the morntime waits, dream of the land of the lost, that forbidden place, and do not awaken until you have sipped your fill of moondew rest and goodnight, o' child of the moonlight's beauty"
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is this how just friends say goodnight to each other?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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- granola bars, obscure tribal music, and reading.
- Will i grow wild, speaking so mild, forgot about t...
- father time
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- love is old, love is new
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- clearly no title tonight
- goodnight.
- And who knows why The love you need'll always pass...
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- Bite Hard.
- hey flathead... doo do do doo do do doo do do do d...
- love sucks.
- She is Electric... Could i be electric too?
- so indie. oh so indie. you strike me as indie.
- mixed emotions.
- Winning Days
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