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all that mattered was something I couldn't remember

Sunday, December 11, 2005

at all

one night of love don't make up for six nights alone
but I'd rather have one than none Lord I'm flesh and bone
sometimes it seems that she ain't worth the trouble at all
but she can be worth the world if somehow you can touch her at all

Willie Nelson -
Waylon Jennings
Posted by m at 8:12 PM
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