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Last night, a lot of things were revealed to me, and I wanted to tell him to f**k off, but I couldn't
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Listening to the rain, talking to the butterfly, and WHAM! I get inspired...
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For my butterfly...Im trusting you...
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One more for whatever, whenever...
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Just a ramble, free flow, whatever, you know how I do
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I didn't write this. Paul wrote this a bajillion years ago for me, and as I sit here reading it, fresh tears spring from my eyes. I miss you Paul....
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Im hurting...my soul hurts.
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The first two weeks in August .....
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hmmmm
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Listening to the butterfly...
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