and you want to travel with himWhen he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
love me some cohen.
Christmas Spirited
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No matter how deeply I go down into myself, my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. (Rilke)
(i'm noting you my number, btw, so we can plan ultimate chillaxing parties and such)
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sincerely,
an extraordinary machine.
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<mediatedballe> did it work
<TheKingofFall> I'll put it back in for a while
<mediatedballe> i've never done this before
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No matter how deeply I go down into myself, my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. (Rilke)
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What can I say... I'm an idiot.
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