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Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away with me where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you, on a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee kigh
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountain top
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you to come away with me in the night
Come away with me

Norah Jones.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

10:59 PM

True love cannot be found where it doesn't exist

Yet, it can never be hidden where it does

I hope one day i'm fortunate enough to stumble across it

May it be likened to a cobblestone on a sidewalk

or a stray leaf floating daintily across my path.

I hope i never have to leave my 'happily ever after'

to some aspect of my vivid imagination

But that i'm actually blessed enough to live it

Its more ironic than funny

how we start off adopting nothing but the most wonderfully surreal, optimistic view

of the life that we think we're meant to have,

and how that picture perfect facade lays in wait

only to crumble to peices, lying in an unruly heap on the ground.

So this day i say,

I hope beyond hope that i never have to ask myself

"What if"

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