The sound of the waves and the cries...Of the seagulls circling the sand, once found a muscle, others wish you take it
In the fragments of the songs, Carried down the wind from some radio. ....Arcades like gulls scream a neon light message composed of greed gambling and ultimately poverty.
To my bestie promise this...If you ever need holding......Call my name, I’ll be there
If you ever need holding, And no holding back, I’ll see you through...
Now Autumn leaves are falling fruit hanging low. This guy tried to find out...where the birds called Amazon's came from..you know like in the film "swallows and Amazon's" gosh what a time it was what a time ...So long ago. Tides keep turning. Season keep disappearing Ghosts constant companion. Silent often along side starting into a tomorrow no one's promised. But all hope to see
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