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how is it sometimes a guitar can sound like rolling tides, or rivers washing over rocks (some fo the dreams you aren't familiar with, are ours) and let's just leave it at that, let's just leave it at that: let's just leave it at how it happened now it's happeneing life is guitar smiles left on apartment doorsteps.

2003-11-19 | 6:49 p.m.
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