| Monday, September 21, 2009, 9:33:37 PM |
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone I can not put my finger on it now The child is grown, The dream is gone. I have become comfortable numb. ©Warner/Chappell Music Sometimes I like me and sometimes I don't. <shrug> |
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