Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Hands Remember

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"Do you remember,

what things looked like when you were young?
The voice of an old friend,
or the notes to your first song?

Lately I've been feeling like the day has come.
You'll walk up to me and erase my memory.
Can't wait to feel brand new,
I cant wait to meet you again,
friend..

I think I must have known you in another life.
I think our rocking chairs used to rock together
all night.."

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