dear Sarah, tell me, just what are you doing .. results like that. hiaz. what shall i do with you? you stewed pig.. pig some more la..and i'll stew you. how stewpig can you get? low IQ is it.. it wasnt very difficult lor.. how long are you going to take to get serious and keep it there? pathetic. sometimes i think you're really dumb. hiaz. what to do, you are me.. i cant hate myself can i?
dear Sarah, tell me, just what are you doing .. results like that. hiaz. what shall i do with you? you stewed pig.. pig some more la..and i'll stew you. how stewpig can you get? low IQ is it.. it wasnt very difficult lor.. how long are you going to take to get serious and keep it there? pathetic. sometimes i think you're really dumb. hiaz. what to do, you are me.. i cant hate myself can i?
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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maybe it might be pouring
(taken from: wubby.typepad.com/wubby/)
