vendredi 15 février 2013

The heart of the matter

" Oh the river, oh the river, it's running free 
And oh the joy, oh the joy it brings to me 
But I know it'll have to drown me 
Before it can breathe easy 
 On the sea, on the sea, and land over land,
Creeping and crawling like the sea over sand
This fantasy, this fallacy, this tumbling stone
Echoes of a city that's long overgrown"

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