Aug 2014
I'm forgetting so much this year
They charge a memory for every tear
The last thing I remember came crashing from my eye
and now I have no reason left to cry.
They charge a memory for every tear
The last thing I remember came crashing from my eye
and now I have no reason left to cry.
Blessed are the forgetful
for they get the better even of their blunders.
for they get the better even of their blunders.
