| Author |
Message |
Pikkle
| | Posted on Sunday, June 9, 2002 - 9:40 pm: |   |
pikkle is fickle... |
Verawench
| | Posted on Sunday, June 9, 2002 - 8:20 pm: | |
Neither do "pikkle" and "wanker" and yet.. and yet... |
Pikkle
| | Posted on Sunday, June 9, 2002 - 8:13 pm: | |
Green and grave don't rhyme... |
Verawench
| | Posted on Sunday, June 9, 2002 - 7:26 pm: | |
The face forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The question begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow
Maybe when our story's over
We'll go where it's always spring
The band is playing our song again
And All the World is Green
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old
days again
And all the world is green
The moon is yellow silver
Oh the things that summer brings
It's a love you'd kill for
And all the world is green
He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our grave
When all the world is green.
Vera, forever living her life according to song lyrics |
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