Count every beautiful thing you can see
6.16.2008
Can't stop that (sinking) feeling
If I holler at the moon, would you holler?
If I holler at the moon, would you holler?
Two headed boy, all floating in black.
The sun it is passed now it's blacker than black,
I can hear as you tap on your jar.
I am listening to hear where you are.
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