And we try to be cool as we dance in a crowded room
At the end of the day , makin' love to a paper moon
----Boys Do Fall In Love
Sunday, August 15, 2004
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Memory is fleeting. And so we try to capture the past and the present. A face in a crowd, the light of the moon. Things one cannot hold on to.
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