My mouth opens and the song memories comes out Could it be that it was all so simple then Or has time rewritten every line... Raining in my eyes and outside, I want to stand in it, be one with it. Sadness is the giving up, yet it floats towards the drain , sewer, when carried by words that need to be washed away....... And when jesus saw the fig tree bearing no fruits (love) he shriveling it up quickley, And I pray now for this suffering, to keep me in god and in love Be present today, be here now !!!! Everything else, that's tomorrow !
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