"With history, your bluest grace
Falls apart, cascading down
Speak to me of beautiful hate
Of island chains swept with the tide..."The Summer of 91
"Lying on the grass
Afternoon, there's always something happening
Friends go floating gently by
I'm listening to a song inside my head..."Will You Smile Again
"Close the door and drift away
Into a sea of uncertainty
Where all your hopes and dreams
Have faded out of reach...."|
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