there are times I awake...to the wee small hours of the morning. And again my thoughts drift off to someone far away...but never far from my heart. I wonder sometimes what would have been...what could have been...and then find myself in the wee small hours of the morning...thinking...
I love the tune...and still love the man...who is far away...but never far from my thoughts...in the wee small hours of the morning.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
in the wee small hours of the morning...
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