Winterscore ©
Monday, March 18, 2013
Perhaps there's nothing more
Perhaps there’s nothing more
Nothing behind the door
No more an existing floor
With no chance to repeat
So we must live for now
Give up the why and how
Forget the final bow
And live each day complete
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