Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Kindness falls like rain and it washes me away, and Anna begins to change my mind,
Everytime she sneezes, I believe it's love.

She's talking in her sleep, it's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn, and every word is nonsense, but I understand them all, lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.

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