I hear my name,
whispered through the air.
I turn around,
but there is no one there.
I see the sunset,
and the morning dew,
and I cannot help,
but remember you.
I hear my name, whispered through the air. I turn around, but there is no one there. I see the sunset, and the morning dew, and I cannot help, but remember you. |
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November 28, 2005
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[Jesse W. James]
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Just a big, lovable silver dragon.
Proud member of [link] and [link]
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[Jesse W. James]
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Just a big, lovable silver dragon.
Proud member of [link] and [link]
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You can spend your whole life running and never find what you are looking for, but if you stop and take a look around, you will find it was right there all along.
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