Sunday, September 6, 2009

I am a poor man, I haven't wealth nor fame, I have my two hands, and a house to my name.

And the winter's so...
And the winter's so long...


And all the stars were crashing 'round,
as I laid eyes on what I'd found!

It was a white crane,
it was a helpless thing,
upon a red stain,
with an arrow in its wing.
And it called and cried,
and it called and cried so...


Time: 1:16am
Mood: Insomniac
Music: The Crane Wife [Part 1 and 2]

Oh, I truly love this song.

I wish I could sleep. It's not that I'm not tired...

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