Thoughts And Dreams, by coax1965 |
Thoughts And Dreams Inside my empty room there's only pictures in the dark, I'm thinking in my solitude because thoughts are what we are. Outside in the darkness faintly I hear a distant car, now I'm dreaming in my solitude because dreams are what we are. |
Posted: 2010-10-04 19:37:55 UTC |
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