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In Search Of WordsPut your face down to the pavement and watch the snow-laden fog fly with the wind. Under the table with here feet on your lap. A simple stares never made you so numb. Slow down it breaks with the tide and it still moves closer to your heart. Let the streetlights guide your wanders, and the bottle set the stage for summer. So master the art of self-conclusion and hope to breathe in the morning. Let the streetlights guide your wanders, and the bottle set the stage for summer. "Baby, I'm at your bedside and your not getting your medication, baby!" |