Not sun-kissed and heaven sent.
We're all fallen soldiers and
forgotten angels,
of the WAR that keeps going on for ages...
Take notes because it's not going to get any better.
I keep writing it, in an unsent letter.
Dear hell can you save me?
Friday, May 2, 2008
On your silver rails,Through the moonlight
Down the mountainside To the coastline Past the angry tide The mighty diesel whines...neil young
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