each day , each day. a boy told me there is something different each day. i speak of the back lane, the memory, a ritual as paper and string, sounds like a simple thing. yet it has been different each day.
each day , each day. a boy told me there is something different each day. i speak of the back lane, the memory, a ritual as paper and string, sounds like a simple thing. yet it has been different each day.
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thanks Chris