i like the way your hair flows gently in the wind. I like the white stick figures that pop out when something dumb happens. hahah. That's it- i'm still addicted to fruits basket. I risk being laughed at for confessing to like such a girly thing, but who cares if it makes me laugh.
i like the way your hair flows gently in the wind. I like the white stick figures that pop out when something dumb happens. hahah. That's it- i'm still addicted to fruits basket. I risk being laughed at for confessing to like such a girly thing, but who cares if it makes me laugh.
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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Fruits basket
