It was just Tuesday evening passed that I wrote about the possibility of moments in one's life.
Well, today was a damn good day, if I say so myself.
Well, today was a damn good day, if I say so myself.
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Does your bird sing?
Tell me that you've got everything you want
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me
You don't get me
You say you've seen seven wonders
And your bird is green
But you can't see me
You can't see me
You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you can't hear me
You can't hear me
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me
You don't get me
You say you've seen seven wonders
And your bird is green
But you can't see me
You can't see me
You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you can't hear me
You can't hear me
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- Thuy
- Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
- This is a story, a brain dump. Private, public, random thoughts. This is me.
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May
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- The Mimco Watch
- The notion of forever... And doubt
- The geek that I am
- A Dustland Fairytale
- Thoughts in my head
- Rambling..
- Oh Now Cathy has just told me that my real western...
- Over understating?
- The forgotten dream
- Statement
- Serious question
- The darker the days, the darker the thoughts
- For No One
- The Tijuca
- The little green frog
- Cracking the bug
- The power of belief
- The fascination of space
- A simple plan
- The inner struggle
- The Valentine Piece
- That's so plausible I can't believe it!
- I miss the girls
- The celloist !!
- The morning after
- Thank God it's Friday!
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