I let my music take me where my heart wants to go
Come nightingale, tell me the word.The mountain from which you came is blessed.The rose burns you, my love burns me.You are crying, I will also cryThanks.
Dear Emily,I miss you and your photographs.Don't be a stranger.-Tim
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Come nightingale, tell me the word.
The mountain from which you came is blessed.
The rose burns you, my love burns me.
You are crying, I will also cry
Thanks.
Dear Emily,
I miss you and your photographs.
Don't be a stranger.
-Tim
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