April 2010
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I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine
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this is style
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amazing…
image via Vintageous
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I’d move to Rockferry tomorrow and I’d build my house baby, with sorrow.
I’d leave my shadow to fall behind and I wouldn’t write to you, ‘cause I’m not that kind.
The midnight trains are boarding, all wrap up eights. I pick my my load and I fill my truck,before it’s too late.
I leave the stars to judge my every move. I’m not going to think of you-...
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photos via youtube
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March 2010
8 posts
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waiting for one day
