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Saturday, December 20, 2008
You touch these tired eyes of mine. And map my face out line by line. And somehow growing old feels fine. I listen close for I'm not smart. You wrap your thoughts in works of art. And they're hanging on the walls of my heart. You heeled these scars over time, You're the only angel in my life. It's Time I Tell You , I got Feelings For You . This Is For You .  |