the hurters and the haters and the faders and the mourners.
The world goes to its work and it is not gentle, in what it breaks you down into.
All my friends are looking in life, and it’s a long, long, long, long, lonely time.
I said that when you met me I was just dying. I said it to no one. I said it in silence.
(Okkervil River, "Stay Young")
These are days, you'll remember
When May is rushing over you with desire
To be part of the miracles you see in every hour
When May is rushing over you with desire
To be part of the miracles you see in every hour
You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky
It's true that you are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you
(Carole King, "Now and Forever")
It's true that you are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you
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