posted by
hendrikboom at 10:57pm on 26/10/2006
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This morning before I awoke I dreamt that my grandfather and grandmother were sitting on a couch in my basement, reading old letters they had written to each other long ago which I found in my fathers papers, and finding them fascinating, reminding them of the passions they had shared over a century ago.
But they're really all gone now, all gone under the hill, long long ago they flowed down the brown river under the bridge to the sea.
But they're really all gone now, all gone under the hill, long long ago they flowed down the brown river under the bridge to the sea.
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