Apr 14, 2010 13:52
Rain falls hard, burns, dry, a dream or a song. It hits you so hard. Filling you up. Suddenly gone.
Breathe, feel, love, Give free. Know in your soul, like your blood knows the way. From your heart to your brain. Knows that your whole. And your shining like the brightest star, a transmission on the midnight radio.
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