We took cover from the pouring rain in an old, broken-down, forgotten place [entries|friends|calendar]
Romanticism to no avail.



I'm glad you're home, and I think you really missed me.
I guess you did, by the look in your eyes.
I'm helpless, helpless in your arms, and time is flying, flying by. And it's endless, endless, far apart...


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