Thursday 12 November 2009 photo 1/1
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And every time I try to pick it up, like falling sand,
as fast as I pick it up it runs away through my clutching hands.
But there's nothing else I can really do...
There's nothing else I can really do.
There's nothing else...
I can really do...
At all...
as fast as I pick it up it runs away through my clutching hands.
But there's nothing else I can really do...
There's nothing else I can really do.
There's nothing else...
I can really do...
At all...
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