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It was how I felt driving with my eyes closed. It was when I started listening. It was when the setting southern sun hit through your eyes illuminating the fall lights that look at me and I'll look back too. It turned when I held the new born goat and you held it too. It was the day when I realized what I had to lose. I'll tell you all my hopes and dreams, and you'll tell them too. For 5 months and 16 days I had been collecting stick and branches And crumpling my precious old papers and arranging them into a ideal fire pit, Preparing myself to set the flames that warmed me just the right way. Never really thought I'd light the fire before I let a mellow breeze take it over. Until I realized, It's getting colder. And people are bringing out their candles and lighters. Yet I have a perfect bonfire ready to light. Yes it is true it could eventually die out. But I'd die without it. So I just set a match in my pit. And I've never been cold since.
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
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It was how I felt driving with my eyes closed. It was when I started listening. It was when the setting southern sun hit through your eyes illuminating the fall lights that look at me and I'll look back too. It turned when I held the new born goat and you held it too. It was the day when I realized what I had to lose. I'll tell you all my hopes and dreams, and you'll tell them too. For 5 months and 16 days I had been collecting stick and branches And crumpling my precious old papers and arranging them into a ideal fire pit, Preparing myself to set the flames that warmed me just the right way. Never really thought I'd light the fire before I let a mellow breeze take it over. Until I realized, It's getting colder. And people are bringing out their candles and lighters. Yet I have a perfect bonfire ready to light. Yes it is true it could eventually die out. But I'd die without it. So I just set a match in my pit. And I've never been cold since.
Falling in love isn't always easy
bonnie-vitzner
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
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