Journal Feature XIV :music: Joy Williams ~ Speaking a dead language
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0SZhu-b_yQ
We built a tall, tall tower
Towards the sun, towards the sun
Took some words and built a wall
And called it love, called it love
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And somewhere in all the talking
The meaning faded out
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Oh, I wonder
When did it all stop making sense?
I don't understand
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Joy Williams ~ Speaking a dead language
Lazy 
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Left and Right.
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Left and Right.
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Come, hunt with me, the invitation whispers in my heart.
Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again.
There is a place where all times is now, and the choices are simple and always your own.
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amazing feature, darling.
thank you
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