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| Well, I was out in my four door with the top down And I looked up and there they were; Millions of tiny teardrops just sort of hanging there And I didn't know whether to laugh or cry and I said to myself: What next big sky? Laurie Anderson - Strange Angels |
| Love calls like the wild birds -- It's another day. A spring wind blew my list of things to do away. |