6 December 2007
Idag när jag var ute och lekte fotograf i höstkvällen kunde jag inte få the arks gammla dänga ur skallen. oj vad bra den är egentligen!
And I know we were both too young
Way back when we had our thing
And you're not the one that I think of
Every time that the telephone rings
And I know that what we had
Would not be called love by the ones who know
And I know it's been many years
And a hundred love-affairs ago
I know all that so well
But I also do know this:
Calleth you, cometh I
And that's just how it is
And how it's always been
It's where my reason stops
And something else comes in
I know it doesn'
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