Saturday, June 14, 2014

This Soul Swings Wide

Sometimes I walk on diamonds and complain about the rough road. If you can't see me in the mirror, I can't see you. Would I trade the joy in this old soul to get rid of this heart full of blues? I might. Make me an offer.

Give your love away freely. You don't want to be left with a bunch left over at the end.

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