Dec 16, 2007 17:59
How we all change, so subtly
This amorphous ceramic thing we call life.
I can sing a song so blue that you will cry in spite of you...
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder... little wet tears on your baby's shoulder...
But on the stage, I've learned to fly, learned to sing and learned to cry.
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