Don't try and catch the ball. Relax and the ball will come to you.
Yesterday
jueves, 6 de agosto de 2009
Could I get you off my mind?
Tonight the sky above Reminds me how to love Walking through wintertime, the stars all shine The angel on the stairs Will tell you I was there Under the front porch light On the mistery night
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